(Damuel)

Aw yeh, yeh, yeah
For the dub dub
King D-A-M up in this muthafucka
Kickin’ that real funky shit

Know what I’m sayin’

Grab ya fruit, grab ya Bellini’s bitch
Aw shit

When my bitch clean the crib
It make my dick hard
She count the money
Puts opposers I’m the ER

She sayin’ how you know I’m wet
I say I see far
I thrust that ass back to sleep
And then I take her car

Pullin’ up on bad bitches with no gas in it
Told ‘em throw ya boy some noggin
‘cause my windows tinted
DAM a chemist with the liquors
Leave yo’ brain spinnin’
And I can’t fuck with baptisms
Cause I’m still sinnin’

Plus it’s muthafuck the Rams
Cause they wasn’t winnin
Smoke when you done pissin’
Cause I’m Butch
When you caught slippin’

Fuck yo’ layout
I got n***as creepin’ like cicadas
We Chevy n***as leaving trails
Call us runt blazers

(Hook)

I’m out here grindin’
Ducking’ laws cause I can’t see a sell
Take my audio and flip it I don’t need a scale
Keep that Mac across
In case I see a Dell

I keep a bitch to drain my nuts
And fill my lungs with kale
2x

(BiGBRUHKiNG)

Stealthy, wealthy
Doing what I gotta do
Hop from gig to gig treat a drought just like an obstacle

Posturepedic seatin in the whip
I got the options boo
Countin’ guap and getting top too busy for the follow up

I was wilin’ but my time was up
N***as grown as fuck
Me and Austin gettin blunted up
And runnin money up

‘member mama told me
“Son you tough”
That shit fucked me up

Champion I’m beating all the fucks up outta runner up
Sleeping, eating, workin in the same clothes
Be damned if I get clout, just to fuck on all the same hoes

Scrollin’ up a fronto while I wait ‘til all the rain gone
And when I’m done I’m human torch that bitch and put the flame on