[Intro]
Ayy, y'all n***as need to get more in tune
With them real street n***as in y'all city
I had a n***a tell me he from Detroit (Ooh, Rell)
But he don't know who DameDot is
Bro, how the fuck you don't know who Dame is, n***a?
I'm from Chicago and I know who the fuck the Mafia is, n***a
You trippin'
I had to put that n***a on game, man
Give these n***as a history lesson

[Verse]
I just sold a brick (I just sold a brick)
I know the feds could be listening, I'm just talkin' shit (Hahaha)
But if you really want one, you can come and get it (You can come and get it)
My pops had the hoes, bitch, I come from pimpin' (I come from this shit)
Walked in, Rell, where the zaz' at? (Where the loud?)
Diamonds all in the face, where the time at? (Ice, ice, ice)
Can't none of these n***as fuck with Dame, where the lie at? (That's facts)
Average bitch said we fucked, where was I at? (Where was I at?)
I'm a walking bankroll, rubber band me (Rubber band me)
Let me fuck on the cam, OnlyFans me (OnlyFans me)
If I pop a Percocet, it's gon' enhance me (It's gon' turn me up)
Put her face in the pillow, get her back beat
Took a nap, woke up, poured up, now I'm back sleep
That EDD shit gettin' slow, n***as back weak (N***as broke)
I just blew a dub, n***a, last week
Make her tat DameDot on her asscheeks (Mwah)
Hmm, I used to give a fuck about you, that's the past me
I can't see none of these lil' n***as pass me (I can't see it)
I ran through a hundred racks, n***a, ask me (Beep)
N***a, I'm my own boss, you can't tax me (You can't tax me, n***a)
I'll make a dub on a bad week (Racks)
She gon' give me head in the backseat (Ayy)
Bro gon' send you straight to the Lord over rap beef (Drrt)
Yeah, bitch, it's up, but I'm Gucci'd down (I'm Gucci)
Everything came from the fish, bitch, I'm sushi'd down
If you ain't tryna get shot, n***a, move around (Move)
You ain't tryna slide, n***a, tell me now (N***a, tell me)
She say she don't like girls, but they lip huggin' (Mwah)
It's like my waist came with an F&N on it (Woo)
I stayed on the same team, bitch, I'm Tim Duncan
I don't want your boring ass, I want your lil' cousin (Where she at?)
I know some new gangbangers that be big Bloodin'
I'ma buy a thousand oranges and sit on 'em (I'ma sit on 'em)
My bitch keep bein' good, put a kit on her (I got you)
Soon as we break up, put a hit on her (Baow)
I'm in love with your bitch, she got a head on her (I like her)
You gotta hate your ho 'cause you hit on her (You gotta hate her)
Take a bitch to Rodeo, spend some shit on her (Woo)
[Chorus]
This shit no cap (No cap, n***a)
This not no rap cap (Fuck nah)
I don't want your ho, you can have the rat (Come get this bitch)
Ran off on you, na-na-na-na-na (Hah, I'm gone)
This shit no cap (No cap)
This not no rap cap (Fuck nah)
N***a play with me, get his ass whacked (Drrt)
Have them boys blitz, quarterback sack (Come here)