Damage lyrics

by

EBK Young Joc


[Verse 1: EBK Young Joc]
If I got it, then you know it ain't a question
If they don't know the real, it's whatever keep them guessing
200 on the dash, don't think [?] finna catch [?]
Ice on me, where the tester? You can test it
FaceTime that pus*y, baby, I ain't with the texting
Your last n*gga broke, tell me what was his investments?
Yeah we got chops, [?] vest [?]
[?] n*gga live, you probably can't even mannage
I'm sippin juice to kill the pain, I'm dammaged
Forever scarred, [?] bandage
Oh you ain't heard about Lil Sleeze? He a bandit
Walk ups, [?] get to cramming
You got a problem, [?] leave him where he standing
sh*t talker, I be talking out, they can't stand it
Throw him some, I'ma drop 20, let him catch it
You a dumb f*ck, left the house without your weapon
Bigfoot, I'ma leave a print where I'm steppin
Better ask the last rat, that is not excepting
That is not excepting
Better ask the last rat, that is not excepting

[Verse 2: Soulja Boy]
Hundred bands in the shoe box
Young n*gga hit the trap, I got two Glocks
Faceshot, headshot gang [?] money up
Hundred fifty thousand in a Louie bag, duffled up
f*ck n*gga say they want work, we gon' wet him up
My young n*gga wildin, he pop the [?] off a Brinx truck
Reaching for my chain, we gon' spray up the whole club
Right wrist Cuban Link, young n*gga spent a whole dub
When I stepped in the door, n*ggas already know what it was
VVS bust down, my whole sh*t frozed up
You know what the f*ck goin' on, we 'bout to pour up
The light hit my chain and my neck, they like hold up
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