21 Lil Harold, G Herbo - Damn lyrics

Damn damn, damn, blaow
(Woah, woah) hmm-mm-mm-mmm
Hmm-mm-mmm (Damn)

I'ma let this MAC fly (MAC fly)
I ain't squashin' shit, like them other guys
And I ain't stoppin' shit if my brother die
(Hell nah, nigga)
And I'll send a blick, fuck the other side
(Baow, baow)
Hangin' out the window, let this stick ride
(Ride)
Yellow tape, it's another homicide (Homicide)
Keep a blick
I can't stand to see my mama cry
(Keep a what?)
Nigga said "Spin they block", now they Fox 5
(Pussy)

Like, niggas, goddamn (Damn)
Niggas just watch they man die (21)


And go cry on Instagram (21, 21)
Make goddamn long-ass comments on
Instagram and shit (21, 21)
But niggas like us (21, damn, 21)
We can't sit back and watch this
Shit go on and shit (21)
'Cause niggas done died behind this shit
You know (21)
Niggas have been around each other
Dub plus since kids (21)

Damn, I miss Larry though (That's my dawg)
I wish he had it on
He could've killed that ho' (Huh?)
He ain't diе over no beef or no smoke though
(What the fuck?) you can't put 'еm in no
Weed and make no jokes, ho'
(What the fuck?)
We done smoked a lot of niggas
We up the score-score (The score, nigga)
We done killed a lot of niggas on the low-low
(Now you know)
You done told on hella niggas
You broke the G-code (What?)
She took my dawg, he ain't my friend
That's my bro-bro (That's my bro, 21)
See, Savage got a nigga back if I went broke
(That's my dawg)
And I'd get a nigga scrapped if he want smoke
(Now you gone)
And I ain't dissin' on no trap for no promo
(What the fuck?)
Because I make a lot of money for you hobo's
(Why you duck, nigga? 21) pussy boy (21)

See, I just be in my head, wonderin' like
How the hell you gon' go to war
And you ain't got no money?
You gotta pay for the funerals
You gotta goddamn make sure you got
The nice-ass clothes they be wearin'
At the casket and shit
You gotta make sure them folks mamas straight
You gotta make sure your dawg goddamn
(Uh, uh, uh)
Get put in the ground the right way

I'm so sick of playin' these
Streets and they wonder why (Wonder why)
Had a dirty Glock on me, like a hundred times
And I still got thirty shots, that's on cap
Although I joke and bap a lot
I ain't talkin' shit on wacks
'cause niggas get whacked if you rap a lot
(Uh) still fuckin' up them racks and pullin'
Fast shit off the lot (Phew)
Took some inches off the top
Put an extension on the Glock (Brr)
Said "The streets was done now"
Heard it ain't no fun now (You know that)
He got hit with twenty-three
(MJ) , 'cause had his tongue out (Talkin')
When you get caught, don't run now
I love the sound of gunshots (Huh)
First I seen an opp shot
Then I see the sun shot
Like a staircase, I'll run down
Spent from sun up to sundown
Forty up rounds, you can gun down
We'll spill homicide in your town
I be shinin', up and down
Rockin' diamonds when I come
Around a hundred rounds (You know that)
When I touch down
I probably blew around fifty-thou'
(Ayy, ayy) if I come around
That mean I probably made a hundred-thou'
(Swerv')
You lil' niggas clowns, you out of style
Leave you out of bounds, you out of bounds
(You out of bounds)
Lay that hammer down, go out of town
(I'm gone)
Brought this shit up from the ground
That's my stompin' ground
Graduate the streets, front line
Cap and gown

I'ma let this MAC fly (MAC fly)
I ain't squashin' shit, like them other guys
And I ain't stoppin' shit if my brother die
(Hell nah, nigga)
And I'll send a blick, fuck the other side
(Baow, baow)
Hangin' out the window, let this stick ride
(Ride)
Yellow tape, it's another homicide (Homicide)
Keep a blick
I can't stand to see my mama cry
(Keep a what?)
Nigga said "Spin they block", now they Fox 5
(Duck, nigga, 21)