damien luci - bye bye lyrics
[hook]
(damien luci)
ay, ay, ay, ay that draco blow you sky+high
better get to ducking ima turn his shirt to tie+dye
copped a drum no 808, that b+tch eat you up like five guys
if this b+tch ain’t get to business then i tell that hoe “bye bye”
[verse 1]
living like it’s gta, i pull him out that black ‘lac
all my sh+t got d+cks, i’m toting 30s like a pressed tab
f+cked his hoe and sent her out, tell ole’ boy take his mess back
i’m one the who don’t know sh+t, you staying where the feds at
think my strap got ocd, yeah it be knocking your bean clean
i be turning the middle of his hoodie to red and he ain’t wеaring supreme
i got them guns straight out of black ops, but my triggеr ain’t no r2
think my fn on the sprectrum how it’s spazzing, i disarm you
stay on go mode if that beep beep, i’m getting money, i got that cheat sheet
i’m getting p+ssy that’s on repeat, i think it’s weird your boy wanna be me
kicking these hoes they wanna love me, nah, they cannot cuff me
ay she sniffing snow, she at my show, your b+tch all in the front seat
i ain’t talking vogue but i got mags, this metal push your forehead back
if i see you out in public, they gon’ blink and there’s the aftermath
i feel like gordon ramsay, i be whipping bricks and dishing sh+t
your boy, he like to talk and now he sleeping where them fishes is
i uppercut the p+ssy’s gut, he coughing blood like “what the f+ck”
he acting tough, i take ‘em like a line of k and cut ‘em up
that 40 tucked, i bang with yac i’m sipping sh+t and smoking stuff
them runtz got me on mars like i don’t even know the f+ck is up
[hook]
ay, ay, ay, ay that draco blow you sky+high
better get to ducking ima turn his shirt to tie+dye
copped a drum no 808, that b+tch eat you up like five guys
if this b+tch ain’t get to business then i tell that hoe “bye bye”
(x2)
[verse 2]
(zotiyac)
i tell that lil’ hoe “bye bye”, i disappear on a b+tch like ta+da
is that your lady? i didn’t know, could have my baby i’m her guy guy (ga+ga)
okay now glock+glock, toting that glock like a baby that’s trying saying “fire” n+gga fye+fye
put that b+tch right up on you and your papa
pop that b+tch right in his head and then popeye
n+gga eat your spinach
i go to work in her mouth everyday she don’t need no dentist
the clip’s extended, n+gga get hit in the head with this b+tch and his sh+t get dented
now that n+gga done, i call up damien like “hit the shot before that n+gga run”
get hit with a ‘hun like atila, yea that’s what you get what you f+ck with a k!lla’ lil’ n+gga
boy that draco blow you sky+high
high enough to hit that n+gga allah with a high+five
b+tches talk too much, all in my ear, i just hear “blah blah”
before we f+ck, first we got high and then i told that little b+tch “bye bye”
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