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Lyrics

[Intro: Damedot] Ayy, Real Gutter Shit [Chorus: Damedot] I'm out in Cali, I just dropped the top, me and PJ ridin' in the drop Nigga say my name, he gettin' dropped I walked in the bar, bitches' ass drop What should I wear? How should I drip? Should I do Y3 or LV the kicks? He ain't got money, he got too much lip My bitch want Chanel, this bitch ain't slick Four-five-six, I got a risk Perc' and Patrón I'm not 'posed to mix My bitch want a nigga with a job, she sick Shit, she want a nigga in the mob, I'm rich I remember I ain't have a pot to piss Now I go to Hutch, tell 'em ice my wrist Add me up, nigga, yeah, price my bitch Nigga, you'd never live life like this [Verse 1: Damedot] Four-five-six, they think I'm slick I got the bank, watch what I hit Who got a Sprite? Let's pour a six I ain't never ever been pressed 'bout a bitch I don't want for shit in the cell with them strips Bitch, give me this, I used to get the short end of the stick Now I'm in ADVs with my new bitch I do what I want, I feel like a boss The top in the way, so I took the bitch off I showed her Versace, she took 'em right off I popped me a Perky and I took right off Can't stay at the loft Put one thousand blues in a bitch pussy No KFC, finna head to Kentucky Made it back safely, I'm feelin' lucky I should go and throw some ice in the buffies She keep on askin' me what she get? She in the jewelry store havin' a fit Give me Givenchy, give me Chanel, give me Amiri size thirty-six I got a wrist, watch how I whip Track it like this, gotta take you a risk You can't sit here, gotta take you a trip I'm in the hills goin' up on a bitch [Chorus: Damedot] I'm out in Cali, I just dropped the top, me and PJ ridin' in the drop Nigga say my name, he gettin' dropped I walked in the bar, bitches' ass drop What should I wear? How should I drip? Should I do Y3 or LV the kicks? He ain't got money, he got too much lip My bitch want Chanel, this bitch ain't slick Four-five-six, I got a risk Perc' and Patrón I'm not 'posed to mix My bitch want a nigga with a job, she sick Shit, she want a nigga in the mob, I'm rich I remember I ain't have a pot to piss Now I go to Hutch, tell 'em ice my wrist Add me up, nigga, yeah, price my bitch Nigga, you'd never live life like this [Verse 2: Bossman Jay] Talk that talk, but can't walk it See the opps, they be runnin' like faucets Black stick, black whip, feelin' gothly If a nigga cross the line, why he talkin'? Bossman well connected with the bosses Plugged in with the socket like a charger Lil' bitch want dick, I'ma charge her It ain't 'bout money, nigga, don't even bother, hmm Can't fear a nigga, what I look like? Mmm I'd buy it all if the price right, mmm How is he a killer? He ain't took a life, huh Ran up a check, now I'm off the ice, huh Thumbs crampin' up, had to count it twice, huh Bottles bangin' Blood, shoes got the spikes, huh Dame pulled up, poured a whole pint, huh If I rap about it then it's real life, mmm I'm pourin' up on the Benz, twenty-six fifty, young lens 2K18 when I'm pullin' in Nigga try me, he gon' meet the FN Forever one hundred, I do not pretend, mmm Bankroll full of blue benz, nigga, we gettin' it in [Chorus: Damedot] I'm out in Cali, I just dropped the top, me and PJ ridin' in the drop Nigga say my name, he gettin' dropped I walked in the bar, bitches' ass drop What should I wear? How should I drip? Should I do Y3 or LV the kicks? He ain't got money, he got too much lip My bitch want Chanel, this bitch ain't slick Four-five-six, I got a risk Perc' and Patrón I'm not 'posed to mix My bitch want a nigga with a job, she sick Shit, she want a nigga in the mob, I'm rich I remember I ain't have a pot to piss Now I go to Hutch, tell 'em ice my wrist Add me up, nigga, yeah, price my bitch Nigga, you'd never live life like this [Verse 3: Ace Cino] Four-five-six, dice game lit I just hit, who want war? We got sticks, we walk in Tuck your bitch, Chi Chi a hustler I'm a real gettin' money motherfucker In the kitchen whippin' food up, no supper Fuck your bitch all up under the covers Your main mans workin', he undercover More money, more problems, fuck it, I'ma solve 'em I keep poppin' Perkies until I get nauseous Dame chain drippin' more water than faucets I just put another band in my closet RGS, my whole team full of bosses They watchin' my drip as it's drippin' right off me Prince in the— yeah, for them broccolis, the plug hit my line and he made me an offer Two coffee cups, I ain't sippin' no coffee These bitches'd trip, I can't get these hoes off me I feel like the king She know Joe Jofi, these niggas want verses, I need that deposit We walkin' around with bands stuffed in our pockets You can get whacked if you ain't in the mafia Your bitch a rat, her pussy too popular We run up racks, man, this shit is obvious [Chorus: Damedot] I'm out in Cali, I just dropped the top, me and PJ ridin' in the drop Nigga say my name, he gettin' dropped I walked in the bar, bitches' ass drop What should I wear? How should I drip? Should I do Y3 or LV the kicks? He ain't got money, he got too much lip My bitch want Chanel, this bitch ain't slick Four-five-six, I got a risk Perc' and Patrón I'm not 'posed to mix My bitch want a nigga with a job, she sick Shit, she want a nigga in the mob, I'm rich I remember I ain't have a pot to piss Now I go to Hutch, tell 'em ice my wrist Add me up, nigga, yeah, price my bitch Nigga, you'd never live life like this