Who Got The Damo lyrics

[Intro]
Bow, bow, bow

[Chorus]
Melly the 'ooter, he blazin' for Peter
Step back with the ball, he a cheater
How many times we done threw on the Kreepers?
Can't leave 'til he hit, ain't no sh*t you could teach us
.38 Special, it won't leave a shell
Don't try to run, bullets hotter than hell
If sh*t gettin' sticky, I call up the L
Me and [?] too deep, we gave Pop a [?]
It's one in the head, I don't gotta c*ck it
Up with two hands on a Makk' then you flock it
Gun didn't click, I had to socket
.32 Special, it fit in my pocket
So many vics, but they wanna rap
Pop, we lеft him flat on his back (Get the f*ck up Pop)
Naz, smacked with thе back of the cap
Ek shot, he got holes in his back

[Verse]
Why the f*ck they keep dissin' my mans?
Every trip on the opps, had em' duckin' the tans (Word to bro)
Why the f*ck is they throwin they hands?
I bet they all run when I reach in my pants
Like, like, who got the damo?
[?] blazin' with me, he gon' follow
Guns clappin', it's not throwin' pollow
Flickin' they wrist made 'em duck from the hollow
KreepK, they keep eating up di*k
I got shots for the 4's and the Nick
When I up with the hip, n*gga you better dip
Like word to bro had em' duckin' they wig
Bino dead, he got shot in his sh*t
Q, dead, dumb n*gga twitched
Shoutout Lil Melly, lil' bro was a glitch
We was troopin' through Harlem, like Lilo and Stitch
Like, he better move from his b*tch
"E-wokk, e-wokk" say it back imma flick
He better move from his b*tch
"E-wokk, e-wokk" say it back imma--
Lee, Fro, they always hit the target
Like, that's why I love 'em the hardest
Yeah I still flick even though I'm an artist
See a Makk', that's on bro we gon' park it (Die Makk)
Me and 40, you flickin' they wrist
Fatboy lucky, he a b*tch
Like, he saw the G and he dipped
He almost died, how the f*ck do they diss?
[Chorus]
Melly the 'ooter, he blazin' for Peter
Step back with the ball, he a cheater
How many times we done threw on the Kreepers?
Can't leave 'til he hit, ain't no sh*t you could teach us
.38 Special, it won't leave a shell
Don't try to run, bullets hotter than hell
If sh*t gettin' sticky, I call up the L
Me and [?] too deep, we gave Pop a [?]
It's one in the head, I don't gotta c*ck it
Up with two hands on a Makk' then you flock it
Gun didn't click, I had to socket
.32 Special, it fit in my pocket
So many vics, but they wanna rap
Pop, we left him flat on his back (Beat the sh*t out that n*gga)
Naz, smacked with the back of the cap
Ek shot, he got holes in his back (Get the f*ck up Ek)