A, pull up knee deep we got sweets in the truck
I call him my shooter so my nigga hit em up
Semi sweep skeet skeet turn them ashes into dust
Swear it came with 30 but he couldn't get enough
Pull up knee deep we got sweets in the truck
I call him my shooter so my nigga hit em up
Semi sweep skeet skeet turn them ashes into dust
Swear it came with 30 but he couldn't get enough
They pull up a mile away and shoot
But i couldn't hide today
You got your niggas inside of the building
But i'm betting mine will spray
Now i gotta find a way
Cos some of my niggas inside the cage
I'm tryna light the way
But you know my nigga he like the gauge
All of these trappers ain't rappers
They just good at chatting the shit rolling off of their tongue
They said it's mind over matter or maybe the latter
No matter u still getting spun
And if I'm outside, gotta run
Coz this pack a punch like I'm slapping a gun
I don't need u or the gram
I could show all these people that double A really the one
If I took an L today
Hood and a hat, hop in the back
Deliver a world of pain
I got a pack, trippidy trap
But u couldn't sell the eighth
And they think the world'll wait
So if a nigga tripping, maybe pistol whip him wid a 12 or 8
And know u ain't f*cking wid Daamez
A, pull up knee deep we got sweets in the truck
I call him my shooter so my nigga hit em up
Semi sweep skeet skeet turn them ashes into dust
Swear it came with 30 but he couldn't get enough
Pull up knee deep we got sweets in the truck
I call him my shooter so my nigga hit em up
Semi sweep skeet skeet turn them ashes into dust
Swear it came with 30 but he couldn't get enough
8 bar hit him up
Now I gotta bell the morgue
Cutting like bells and swords
I said it but they couldn't tell before
Sending them 16s like a beam
Equipped for a world of war
I hit like a freight train
Ima knock a nigga off the rails for sure
I gotta blow
F*ck all the talking and bring me the doe
Gaucho the platter and patten a coat
Spinning the whip like I brought in a bowl
U best get a grip when I'm touching the soul
Hate it when I hit the track
Coz watch em shivering down to the bone
I'm tryna find where the money at
You got the drop then I beg u just pick up the phone
Hop in the whip back in a bit
I'm ready to go
I got a bunch of niggas that r down when I'm ready to roll
He moving mad and he know
If he tryna violate one of the bros
Popping up one eye is closed
This shit burn a whole through the side of the clothes
A, pull up knee deep we got sweets in the truck
I call him my shooter so my nigga hit em up
Semi sweep skeet skeet turn them ashes into dust
Swear it came with 30 but he couldn't get enough
Pull up knee deep we got sweets in the truck
I call him my shooter so my nigga hit em up
Semi sweep skeet skeet turn them ashes into dust
Swear it came with 30 but he couldn't get enough
Daamez - Sweets Lyrics
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A, pull up knee deep we got sweets in the truck
I call him my shooter so my nigga hit em up
Semi sweep skeet skeet turn them ashes into dust
Swear it came with 30 but he couldn't get enough
Pull up knee deep we got sweets in the truck
I call him my shooter so my nigga hit em up
Semi sweep skeet skeet turn them ashes into dust
Swear it came with 30 but he couldn't get enough
They pull up a mile away and shoot
But i couldn't hide today
You got your niggas inside of the building
But i'm betting mine will spray
Now i gotta find a way
Cos some of my niggas inside the cage
I'm tryna light the way
But you know my nigga he like the gauge
All of these trappers ain't rappers
They just good at chatting the shit rolling off of their tongue
They said it's mind over matter or maybe the latter
No matter u still getting spun
And if I'm outside, gotta run
Coz this pack a punch like I'm slapping a gun
I don't need u or the gram
I could show all these people that double A really the one
If I took an L today
Hood and a hat, hop in the back
Deliver a world of pain
I got a pack, trippidy trap
But u couldn't sell the eighth
And they think the world'll wait
So if a nigga tripping, maybe pistol whip him wid a 12 or 8
And know u ain't f*cking wid Daamez
A, pull up knee deep we got sweets in the truck
I call him my shooter so my nigga hit em up
Semi sweep skeet skeet turn them ashes into dust
Swear it came with 30 but he couldn't get enough
Pull up knee deep we got sweets in the truck
I call him my shooter so my nigga hit em up
Semi sweep skeet skeet turn them ashes into dust
Swear it came with 30 but he couldn't get enough
8 bar hit him up
Now I gotta bell the morgue
Cutting like bells and swords
I said it but they couldn't tell before
Sending them 16s like a beam
Equipped for a world of war
I hit like a freight train
Ima knock a nigga off the rails for sure
I gotta blow
F*ck all the talking and bring me the doe
Gaucho the platter and patten a coat
Spinning the whip like I brought in a bowl
U best get a grip when I'm touching the soul
Hate it when I hit the track
Coz watch em shivering down to the bone
I'm tryna find where the money at
You got the drop then I beg u just pick up the phone
Hop in the whip back in a bit
I'm ready to go
I got a bunch of niggas that r down when I'm ready to roll
He moving mad and he know
If he tryna violate one of the bros
Popping up one eye is closed
This shit burn a whole through the side of the clothes
A, pull up knee deep we got sweets in the truck
I call him my shooter so my nigga hit em up
Semi sweep skeet skeet turn them ashes into dust
Swear it came with 30 but he couldn't get enough
Pull up knee deep we got sweets in the truck
I call him my shooter so my nigga hit em up
Semi sweep skeet skeet turn them ashes into dust
Swear it came with 30 but he couldn't get enough
I call him my shooter so my nigga hit em up
Semi sweep skeet skeet turn them ashes into dust
Swear it came with 30 but he couldn't get enough
Pull up knee deep we got sweets in the truck
I call him my shooter so my nigga hit em up
Semi sweep skeet skeet turn them ashes into dust
Swear it came with 30 but he couldn't get enough
They pull up a mile away and shoot
But i couldn't hide today
You got your niggas inside of the building
But i'm betting mine will spray
Now i gotta find a way
Cos some of my niggas inside the cage
I'm tryna light the way
But you know my nigga he like the gauge
All of these trappers ain't rappers
They just good at chatting the shit rolling off of their tongue
They said it's mind over matter or maybe the latter
No matter u still getting spun
And if I'm outside, gotta run
Coz this pack a punch like I'm slapping a gun
I don't need u or the gram
I could show all these people that double A really the one
If I took an L today
Hood and a hat, hop in the back
Deliver a world of pain
I got a pack, trippidy trap
But u couldn't sell the eighth
And they think the world'll wait
So if a nigga tripping, maybe pistol whip him wid a 12 or 8
And know u ain't f*cking wid Daamez
A, pull up knee deep we got sweets in the truck
I call him my shooter so my nigga hit em up
Semi sweep skeet skeet turn them ashes into dust
Swear it came with 30 but he couldn't get enough
Pull up knee deep we got sweets in the truck
I call him my shooter so my nigga hit em up
Semi sweep skeet skeet turn them ashes into dust
Swear it came with 30 but he couldn't get enough
8 bar hit him up
Now I gotta bell the morgue
Cutting like bells and swords
I said it but they couldn't tell before
Sending them 16s like a beam
Equipped for a world of war
I hit like a freight train
Ima knock a nigga off the rails for sure
I gotta blow
F*ck all the talking and bring me the doe
Gaucho the platter and patten a coat
Spinning the whip like I brought in a bowl
U best get a grip when I'm touching the soul
Hate it when I hit the track
Coz watch em shivering down to the bone
I'm tryna find where the money at
You got the drop then I beg u just pick up the phone
Hop in the whip back in a bit
I'm ready to go
I got a bunch of niggas that r down when I'm ready to roll
He moving mad and he know
If he tryna violate one of the bros
Popping up one eye is closed
This shit burn a whole through the side of the clothes
A, pull up knee deep we got sweets in the truck
I call him my shooter so my nigga hit em up
Semi sweep skeet skeet turn them ashes into dust
Swear it came with 30 but he couldn't get enough
Pull up knee deep we got sweets in the truck
I call him my shooter so my nigga hit em up
Semi sweep skeet skeet turn them ashes into dust
Swear it came with 30 but he couldn't get enough
Writer: Damien Williams
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