Damn Fee

Lyrics

[Intro] (CasBangz, he got that smoke with him) Ayy Nigga, I remember one time I had one of my lil' niggas with me in the studio in LA And he wanted to hit a bitch in the studio room I told him, "Huh, here go the car keys" (Oh my God, it's Beemer boy) Go fuck that bitch in the backseat of the G-Wagen You know? You know we on that AMG shit [Chorus] Shorty said she wanna fuck me, that's a damn fee I told baby, "This the chopper house, not a bandy" Helicopters out, the coppers wanna bam me I don't fuck with other trappers when I'm in the damn street She don't fuck with other rappers, say she only jam me All grams, no 'Grams, I don't do thе scamming I know I might go to Hell 'cause this 'Cat a damn demon And if you lookin' for mе, girl, I'm where them rubber bands be [Verse 1] We got Gallery Department, we got Palm Angels I got thots that different colors like a Power Ranger I hit the block, then take it over, I need all the paper I'm on the block with my lil' soldier, clutchin' Glocks with lasers I told that bitch to eat my cock 'cause I don't need a favor I love the guap, could never put a bitch before the paper My homie locked down in the box, he sleepin' with a razor I'm eatin' lambchop in a Lamb' truck, I done elevated My teacher thought I was gon' fail, I was a sixth grader Now I got all this fuckin' money, fuck an education And just in case the feds come, my lawyer got an eighty I know I treat her dead wrong, but I'm a project baby I need somebody to save me [Chorus] Shorty said she wanna fuck me, that's a damn fee I told baby, "This the chopper house, not a bandy" Helicopters out, the coppers wanna bam me I don't fuck with other trappers when I'm in the damn street She don't fuck with other rappers, say she only jam me All grams, no 'Grams, I don't do the scamming I know I might go to Hell 'cause this 'Cat a damn demon And if you lookin' for me, girl, I'm where them rubber bands be [Verse 2] We got lean, we got powder, we got Xans, we got Percs We got beans, we got power, we got bands up the burst Pull up your pants, I won't lack, I done nutted on her skirt About my brother, 'bout my round, I'll put your mans on a shirt Fresh as hell, look at shorty, Dapper Dan on the curb These niggas quick to cuff a girl that I can spank on the first date It only cost a couple grand to get that ass, go through surgery I heard you got up on the stand on a murder case Lil' shorty real, she get a tan every Thursday Lil' shorty channy, Jackie Chan, Burberry My homie made so many bands sellin' thirties Them shooters in a minivan, clutchin' thirties [Chorus] Shorty said she wanna fuck me, that's a damn fee I told baby, "This the chopper house, not a bandy" Helicopters out, the coppers wanna bam me I don't fuck with other trappers when I'm in the damn street She don't fuck with other rappers, say she only jam me All grams, no 'Grams, I don't do the scamming I know I might go to Hell 'cause this 'Cat a damn demon And if you lookin' for me, girl, I'm where them rubber bands be [Outro] (CasBangz, he got that smoke with him) (Oh my God, it's Beemer boy)