Damedot - King Of The City

Shoutout one time to the real ones

Shoutout to my diamonds, these the real ones

Shoutout to my shooter he a kill some

You disrespect the Mafia we peel some

Me and Cle walking all through Lenox Mall

I went to take a piss, had on Versace draws

VVS's shinin' like some Armor All

Imma show you broke niggas how to ball

You knew the whole time I was a real one

I poured a whole eight and I ain't spill none

Put it in the cream it look like red rum

I'm about my turkey like a pilgrim

Out the way trynna get these pills gone (get these pills gone)

Niggas on the Gram with a wig on (ay)

Bro bro on the road gettin' his scripts gone

Look, told that lil bitch to let my dick go (let my dick go) (ay)

Nah bitch I ain't got no Timbs on, (ay)

These them Balanciaga gyms, hoe

Look, foreign on my body shout-out Saks

Bitch, get your broke ass in the back

Bitch, I'm quick to pop a perc and take a bitch to Heaven

Quick to up a pair of dice and throw a couple sevens

Me and you against the world, I'm talking to myself

I'm swimmin' in a bunch of bad bitches like I'm Michael Phelps (uhhh)

I'm quick to buy a split and make that fucker jump

Quick to give a bitch the boot after a couple pumps

I'm tryna drop this dry Bentley [?]

Niggas sneak dissin' on my name and we gon' leave 'em slump

If the bitch super rich she can make me bust

Hit a bitch without the bed, I can't make this up

Hit a bitch on the couch, it don't take me much

Don't need a bitch to hold me down, baby take me up

I spent a roll on these Christian Loubs

That's a pair of Balmains for some glitter shoes

If a nigga make me mad he gon' make the news

Oh that's your ace boon coon? She can get it, too

All these places you'll be saying I done been there, too

No I don't get my ice from Mike, fuck I look like, a fool?

The [?] size of my chain, imma ice it, too

And if you end up on my list imma ice you, too

I spent six bands for this rose Ro', my new pendant cost 12k

Hit the ring, make it rain, we call that shit a giveaway

Anyway, these niggas hoes, these bitches broke, (huh)

I keep that pole, you niggas know (aye)

I just had a nightmare last night, (huh)

I had a dream that [?] I'm making pints

Rich, rich, rich, my niggas trynna get rich

We ain't smokin' no OG's, it's cookie oz's in this bitch

Your bitch won't leave from this bitch, spend less than a week then I dip

RGS we in this bitch, pour a whole P in this bitch, blow a whole P in this bitch

Aye, any given day go spend some bucks

Hit her from the back, dickdiggin' in her guts

I move so much weight, they say I'm bodybuilding

On Mack with Chi Chi got some percs from the building

Runnin' from the blues, fuckin' up the road

Chain cost a dub, Gary gettin' all my bros

Hellcats when I pull up, it's real [?]

I dropped twice this year and I'm still in my bag (what?)

New GG, she feelin' her bag, my finkle nigga just gave me twenty lines for a stack

My dog don't be never taxin' me, plug harrassin' me

You acting like you bout to throw a stick, it be some cash [?]

I got the sauce, I passed the shit to Cle, he passed it back to me

Pint-for-pint with Sweeze, let's both win, why would we compete?

RGS, real street niggas live a trapper life, lookin' like the jeweler just slapped me with a bag of ice

Molly for the hoes, hoes they showed up with a bag of ice

Imma be a legend anyway and I ain't dyin' tonight

Bitch, fuck with me you know it's heavy

Give me head, look at my eyes, let me know you love me

Get the head in my phone boy you know she let me, when she got my chain on, bitch you know you sexy

I ain't slippin, me and Dreke in the fast-lane, sippin' on the whole thing, she doin' cocaine

One hand on the chop, one hand on her crotch

Brody got me playin' with them blocks, now it's heavy knots, nigga

From the Red Zone, you can't come on the block

Told Meech, "make the ice sit dumb in the watch."

Eighties in the joint trippin', going dumb in the box, play a roll we gon' put you dum-dums in the box. (Aye)

Niggas fuckin up the puppy, got it barkin' light, you know me, I keep quiet - not the talkin' type

I'm on the West Side with Sweeze, he just bought a Sprite

If you ain't bout that threesome life then you all a hype (aye)

My momma always gotta check on me, (aye)

I think she know I keep a check on me

You niggas want me, then come get me, (aye)

DameDot, king of the city