Dame - Loud & Friendly Lyrics

I'm only gonna say this shit once

What's a side when a nigga got facts to bury you
I ain't even pissed off you finna see me in the fairest mood
Barely struck a thousand but yet I'm still way ahead of you
Finna call you Toronto cuz I'm gettin six to carry you
Sick as hell this that sickle cell that theraflu,
Second hand smoke flows you around you'll inhale it too
You finna go down so turn around is what you better do
Or else you'll be a statistic like a rapper's new Bentley coup
I'm done with fake love and the fake ties
I got niggas scared to cross me now like state lines
Like I said my shooters shoot, hit no missin'
Better make like a banana and split like a quick decision
So quit bitchin' this all raw no nit pickin
Bird bitches fly the coup so I'm just chick flippin
Quit dissin it ain't hittin so quit submittin'
Cuz I am way too dismissive when they want me to listen
BEST NOW
Quote it I'm super focused
I'm ridin' in the back of the Uber I'm rollin weed think the Uber noticed
Fake bangers aint ruger totin'
Y'all lazy go through the motions
When we make all this money me and the whole crew elopin
You hangin with da boy like W.E.
Niggas quick to text me threats but they aint comin' to me,
I ain't a barber lil nigga you can receive this fade for free
F*ck around and get flipped like an omelet double egg with cheese

You got a deathwish

Yeah he gone, off the checklist
I keep that respect around my neck next to my necklace
Waitin' for the day they put Fountain on that new Fresh List
Kenny representin' too he just outta Texas
Don't ask me no questions
Bitch it's beddie bye,
Celebrate yo demise while we throwin' confetti high
No they won't let me out but you can't tame the beast
F*ck the world two times leave it layin' don't change the sheets
Already ate the feast these leftovers on plates for me
Young Black in America and apparently
I'm handsome I'm driven and it's just somethin they hate to see
Only through the airwaves is the next a bitch or a nigga playin' me
This game is on vacancy
A vacation is late for me
In my bank I can taste the cheese
Is it safe to obtain these beats tell em no.
I set fire every time i spit
2006 Adam Sandler they hate when I got the Click
Bitch I'm lit
This great Dame will put fear into Michael Vick
I'm Legit
Girls that ain't want me still won't hop on the dick
I ain't rich
Workin' in a warehouse whippin the lift

Either I'm doin that or I'm the crib dickin yo chick
Why my teeth so f*ckin big
I spit like I gotta lisp
I write like I gotta list
You outside I'm in the crib
From my cub you cannot sip
You niggas can't take a swig
My niggas ready for anything y'all ain't fully equipped
Makaveli with the diss
Spiderman with the quips
Always loud in my pocket I'm King of Pop with the zips
Feel like love don't exist like it ain't real like it's a myth
Every hoe finna do me wrong I'm sorry but I'm convinced

Aye let em breathe for a minute

And I'm so profound when I'm in yo lounge
And I got my own style Super Duper like Kyle
And I still say proud even when a nigga down in pennies
I'm off the Crown and Henny
Man I'm just loud and friendly

Yeah I'm finna ball with my team
My circle too f*ckin tight ain't no way it split at the seems
A nigga finna be poppin like summer in Cripple Creek
A nigga finna pop off like guns pointed by the police
I'm innovative y'all can't integrate this dope shit like me
They tryin to take me down but I tell it's not likely
I'm goin stupid
Dopest music
Why are women so confusin'
With my bitch Photoboothin'
In the booth I show improvement
Folks are clueless
Nigga we can show the hands or show the movement
Why I got this strange feelin' that you ain't gon do shit
To the white folk I'm a nuisance,
In the future I'll take a few trips
All my niggas ain't got loose lips
And it do it better than you did

Nigga