D.A.M.N. (band) - Got to go lyrics

3 cs, 2 ms, color cut clarity, million dollar marriages Cut the tape on this motherf**er right here, gunplay drama Hey you heard about the home boy? Yeah got damn, left him with a hole so wide Yeah got damn I bet he know how we play now Yeah got damn Better lay down and stay down Yeah got damn, got damn, got damn, got damn Why they did that boy like that? Yeah got damn, got damn, got damn, got damn Why they did that boy like that? Empire shell catcher, on this Daddy long ratchet, only Hundred 50 in the can, dusting Still burin bam, buddy bam You short by the gram, you can die about that Ain't no lying about that my dawg So we going bank buku, I roll 88 acres zoo crew Handcuffs like a noose too b**h Im black ops, noobs tube Now who wanna run on one then? Run one gun in? Left within 1 10 f** you want me to do Feeling unbeatable My wolf pack snapping, looking unfeedable Get buddy bloody gonna get bruised, untreatable Im on that sh** steven seagal do They tried snitchin won't dime on the way Hey you heard about the home boy? Yeah got damn, left him with a hole so wide Yeah got damn n***a you know how we play now Yeah got damn Better lay down and stay down Yeah got damn, got damn, got damn, got damn Why he didn't pull that down? Yeah got damn, got damn, got damn, got damn Why he didn't pull that down? Blood sweat and tears, mind over matter sh**ting on you n***as, got a bad My b**h from Atlanta Sit on daddy lap, guess she call me Santa Dancing in that p**y b**h I think Im MC Hammer Touch my paper b**h Im bucking like Im out of temper Still at it, they say my flow tragic n***as Real n***as, deal with them, leave a n***a in the bars like Warrup k, give me some of them bad b**hes The ones who like it rough and hard like them college You feel me, you feel me? How the b**hes throw me about just like a frisby Word up, straight stunting b**h I hit the villa talking 5 hundred Hey you heard about the home boy? Yeah got damn, left him with a hole so wide Yeah got damn n***a you know how we play now Yeah got damn Better lay down and stay down Yeah got damn, got damn, got damn, got damn Why he didn't pull that down? Yeah got damn, got damn, got damn, got damn Why he didn't pull that down? Hk, Hr, hollow? run up in your vestibule Leave your a** a vegetable Beefing side dish I ain't a chef but I mastered how to fry a fish When digits stacking, kidding turn into kidnapping I know the pigs tapping Feds following me like Im playing Sonic Bishop drama dead Im with the drama king, you know how drama do it Head buster, leader of the military Street sweeper when money ain't nothing, of course they f**ing Go get my money fast Hey you heard about the home boy? Yeah got damn, left him with a hole so wide Yeah got damn n***a you know how we play now Yeah got damn Better lay down and stay down Yeah got damn, got damn, got damn, got damn Why he didn't pull that down? Yeah got damn, got damn, got damn, got damn Why he didn't pull that down? Got damn