"Damn Mo'" lyrics
(feat. Paco Panama)
Yeah, nigga
Yeah, them Drop Boyz
A$AP Mob, you dig
Twelvyy
Lotta long nights on that side street
Them Straight Drop Boyz gon' ride with me
If you give me your word, then don't lie to me
I'm what you niggas keep trying to be
Run the block down, then we pack it up
Get a whole brick and then I wack it up
Need a new blender, this one acting up
I drive big trucks when I'm backing up
You better move, bitch, like you Ludacris
You ain't seasoned yet, you still new to this
Get a pot and a fork, I'm too equipped
Get dumb money from a stupid risk
I'm too rich to have a stupid bitch
I bring that shit in ASAP
When I'm in New York, I'm with A$AP
If you need a verse, I need eight racks
The M club tryna chase that
If you ever rat, you can't erase that
It's the blueprint, we tryna trace that
A quarter M, I already made that
Off the back blocks
It wasn't blacktops
It was glass pots for that crack rock
Bitch, I'm balling hard, call ASCAP
You ain't in the game, you just a mascot
I got lil niggas ready to crash out
Auntie smoke and drop till she pass out
I was selling crack, I took the fast route
I remember dreaming for a fast car
And I put my life in that glass jar
How you started first, but I passed ya
I know some niggas that can't take the mask off
I'm the rocket man, help you blast off
Super dirty, I'm running from 5-0
911, this hot as Diablo
Got a plate in the back of Tahoe
Need baggies, I'm headed to Costco
More chicken, they thinking 'bout Roscoe's
Four extra, I stick to the block code
Got the sniffles, I'm looking for snot nose
Ye on me, I feel like I'm Pablo
That's a play, I'm telling to drive slow
Got a package, I'm splitting with Paco
Got a pot, but we missing utensils
Treat a fork like a number 2 pencil
Steven Foster, heard Twelvyy official
On the track, you could still hear the sizzle
Ever threw a G pack out the window?
Had to lower your stick like it's limbo
In my section, we throwing up symbols
Where you from? I don't mean to offend you
I heard Brody got hit in his temple
From the mud, you don't know what I been through
See, I started with mid, but I made it out
Used to trap out the Chinos, I'm taking out
You want a Key and a Glock? Need a paper route
See my money and fam, I don't play about
I been grinding like, "Where did the time go?"
Big, big face on the money like '94
See, bro had a 9, we had 9 O's
Bird Box did a flip with a blindfold
When I land in the city, I'm John Doe
Out the jungle, we bred in the Congo
This the Mob, they calling me Scarfo
From the streets, this really my heart, Mo
Yeah
This really my heart
I love you
Everything you put me through
Everything you forever gon' put me through
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, them Drop Boyz
A$AP Mob, you dig
Twelvyy
Lotta long nights on that side street
Them Straight Drop Boyz gon' ride with me
If you give me your word, then don't lie to me
I'm what you niggas keep trying to be
Run the block down, then we pack it up
Get a whole brick and then I wack it up
Need a new blender, this one acting up
I drive big trucks when I'm backing up
You better move, bitch, like you Ludacris
You ain't seasoned yet, you still new to this
Get a pot and a fork, I'm too equipped
Get dumb money from a stupid risk
I'm too rich to have a stupid bitch
I bring that shit in ASAP
When I'm in New York, I'm with A$AP
If you need a verse, I need eight racks
The M club tryna chase that
If you ever rat, you can't erase that
It's the blueprint, we tryna trace that
A quarter M, I already made that
Off the back blocks
It wasn't blacktops
It was glass pots for that crack rock
Bitch, I'm balling hard, call ASCAP
You ain't in the game, you just a mascot
I got lil niggas ready to crash out
Auntie smoke and drop till she pass out
I was selling crack, I took the fast route
I remember dreaming for a fast car
And I put my life in that glass jar
How you started first, but I passed ya
I know some niggas that can't take the mask off
I'm the rocket man, help you blast off
Super dirty, I'm running from 5-0
911, this hot as Diablo
Got a plate in the back of Tahoe
Need baggies, I'm headed to Costco
More chicken, they thinking 'bout Roscoe's
Four extra, I stick to the block code
Got the sniffles, I'm looking for snot nose
Ye on me, I feel like I'm Pablo
That's a play, I'm telling to drive slow
Got a package, I'm splitting with Paco
Got a pot, but we missing utensils
Treat a fork like a number 2 pencil
Steven Foster, heard Twelvyy official
On the track, you could still hear the sizzle
Ever threw a G pack out the window?
Had to lower your stick like it's limbo
In my section, we throwing up symbols
Where you from? I don't mean to offend you
I heard Brody got hit in his temple
From the mud, you don't know what I been through
See, I started with mid, but I made it out
Used to trap out the Chinos, I'm taking out
You want a Key and a Glock? Need a paper route
See my money and fam, I don't play about
I been grinding like, "Where did the time go?"
Big, big face on the money like '94
See, bro had a 9, we had 9 O's
Bird Box did a flip with a blindfold
When I land in the city, I'm John Doe
Out the jungle, we bred in the Congo
This the Mob, they calling me Scarfo
From the streets, this really my heart, Mo
Yeah
This really my heart
I love you
Everything you put me through
Everything you forever gon' put me through
Yeah, yeah
