Damn Fee

(Cas Bangz, he got that smoke wit' 'em)

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 the bitch in the studio room

I told 'em, huh, here go the car keys (oh my God, it's Beemer Boy)

Man, go fuck that bitch in the backseat of the G-Wagon

You know, you know we on that AMG shit

Shawty said she wanna fuck me, that's a damn fee

I told baby, "This the choppa house not a bandy"

Helicopters out, the coppers want to bam me

I don't fuck wit' 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 scammin'

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

We got Gallery Department, we got Palm Angels

I got thots in different colors like a power ranger

I hit the block then take it over, I need all the paper

I'm on the block wit' my lil' soldier, clutchin' Glocks wit' lasers

I told that bitch to eat my cock 'cause I don't need a favor

I love that guap, could never put a bitch before the paper

My homie locked down in the box, he sleepin' wit' 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 a 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

Shawty said she wanna fuck me, that's a damn fee

I told baby, "This the choppa house not a bandy"

Helicopters out, the coppers want to bam me

I don't fuck wit' 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 scammin'

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

We got lean, we got powder, we got Xans, we got Percs