Dawm

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah Pussy nigga better not argue, yeah, yeah, yeah Grrah (Cio), yeah, yeah, yeah Pussy nigga better not argue, yeah Hold on, hold on, yeah (Ayy, ayy, ayy) [Verse] I'll let 'em wait, but I grind to get it Can't waste time with childish bitches All gold plain jane My lil' bro did the same thang, I put some diamonds in it Still got bowls for the low You can come score you a O for the wildest ticket I'm not in the mix tryna kick it with niggas and bitches Get money and mind my business Workin' the wheel, I might wreck the Benz Go to the mall with nothing less than ten Know he hate on the low But I hit his ho, now he say we best of friends Don't give a damn who like me Still wear Nike but I'm never checking in In the club I brought my weapon in I got this ho from my Mexican friend, yeah You the one went on that lick, huh? You tryna die with your clique, huh? Ayy Watch out for niggas, they switch up, ayy Can't never come down, I been up, ayy When they knock me down, I get up Got a whole hundred rounds, get lit up Moncler bubble coat and it's zipped up Ten times out of ten I'm sticked up Let's get this shit off a stud I'm really having the paper they want to We get him hit for a verse We need some holes in his shirt like Goku They never play with us They know one thing for sure, it's some shit you will go through I took your ho from the club Showed her a dub, she act like she don't know you, yeah Go get the Benz out the lot right now The dealer gon' throw me the keys You niggas rookie, know deep down they pussy Still tryna go on and scheme Y'all can't kick, makes your shoulder lean I do this shit with no effort He tryna brawl we got the sticks in the mall You better find you a wrestler She tryna fuck, I bought the ho a lil' Prada She say I make her feel special In the hotel with a four-nick' on the dresser We get him hit for the pressure, yeah They say I got much better, yeah They know we dodged on pedals, yeah Big bag and all y'all jealous I want thirty-five, I might add extra (Yeah, yeah) [Chorus] And don't argue with me Brought another bad bitch, is in the club with me So don't argue with me In this bitch, choppas out, know we strapped up So don't argue with me Play around with double G, get clapped up So don't argue with me, ayy Have lil' bro spark the .50 (He gone, yeah, yeah) [Outro] Yeah Ayy, don't argue with me Yeah, pussy nigga better not argue with me, yeah, yeah, yeah Don't argue with me, have my brother spark the .50, yeah, yeah