Did It Again lyrics

[Intro]
Damn, done did it again (Uh-huh)
Hmm-mhm, we done did it again (Huh)
Hmm-mhm, who team did it again?
Huh, huh, huh
Ouu, he done did it again

[Chorus]
f*ck that sh*t you sayin', b*tch, I got bands
f*ck the opps, that wasn't the plan
Know they mad as f*ck that I got lit, suck it up, this sh*t ain't luck
Name a n*gga that'll f*ck with us, n*gga, duck
These n*ggas gay, make a post 'bout me every day, I got somethin' that'll make 'em hush
Think I'm playin'? Send twin through that b*tch again, made foenem shoot it up
Same n*gga dissin', yeah they know me, just me and Glock 40, I was by my lonely
n*gga, I ain't no b*tch, hit his ass with that blick, gave the Glock back to my homie
Know how I get, tryna cap like I'm a b*tch, well f*ck boy gotta show me
Can't wait 'til I catch me a rap n*gga lackin', I'ma turn his b*tch ass to fried bologna

[Verse 1]
Huh, f*ck boy, you smokin' what?
You f*ck with who, n*gga?
n*gga diss alot, if we catch they ass in traffic, what you gon' do, n*gga?
Got enough bullets in this gun to knock down twеnty-two n*ggas
Too many hopped out, seen that car, had to slang with Glock out the roof, n*gga
Pray to God evеry night, I know two wrongs don't make a right
Take a loss, n*gga grab your Glock, lil' boy gon' be alright
Why the f*ck would a n*gga play with me? Know I ain't got no mind
n*gga worry 'bout me, when bronem on they ass, n*gga go and slide
These n*ggas stuck in the trenches
b*tch, I'm on a money mission, n*gga I don't hide
They wonder why I don't kick it, I'm f*ckin' like all they b*tches because I'm slime
Got my b*tch, I don't got no time
Say, "Raq, how you doin'?", lil' b*tch, I'm fine
Love f*ckin' yo b*tch, I be in that pus*y deep, and I love the way she whine
Big ass VV's, yeah they shine
f*ck what you used to do, do it now
Ain't from the A, n*gga, I was born and raised in the 'Raq, and I grew up on the nine
Do yo research, check yo file
They know these Ms gon' run the town
In the field, we runnin wild
Let me know what's up can't calm her down
Long live Lil Ru, had a big ass Glock with a switch on it
I don't give a f*ck what you sayin', n*gga f*ck yo mans and all yo big homies
She wanna hold my bands, and drive my Scat, and take a flick on it
Watch a n*gga fall for the bait, but this fish and rod ain't got no fish on it
Need a new tombstone, bro had p*ssed on it
Every n*gga time comin'
You gotta rocket, I'm not runnin'
Don't put that Glock to work, n*gga only use it for pictures, he not gunnin'
This sh*t forever, won't stop comin'
Signed for that lil' ass check, they not money
Hittin' yo b*tch from the back, won't stop c*mmin'
I got the ball, he not fumblin'
Take his ass off for the free, blue hundred
[Bridge]
Phew
Phew
Phew

[Verse 2]
You can feel the breeze when I grab a n*gga soul, huh
Since y'all wanna pick beef, I tell y'all, "All y'all n*ggas hoes"
f*ck-n*gga tried to play, left a f*ck-n*gga gaspin' on the grove
And you might as well call me Houdini, this sh*t like magic, I'm switching clothes
n*gga this street sh*t here ain't easy, n*gga I'm mad, I miss the bros
f*ck that sh*t, lil' b*tch, come see me, I can't stand a busy ho
When I f*ck yo b*tch, pull her braids to the back, I call this b*tch my busy bone
Still gotta keep my glizzy though