Hoffa - Damn lyrics

[INTRO] Damn Damn damn damnnn [Verse 1] OTR you know we up next I ain't even tryna brag no flex But damn, look at this gold on my neck Act foul, you get hit with a tech I don't even f** with these n***as I'm only gone ride for my set Getting big, now these n***as upset Started rapping, I became a threat Putting up shots all net I ain't never lose, I'm taking all bets Counting money, only time I sweat God damn, watch how I f** up a check Vlone, no we don't get along Vlone, no we don't get along Disrespect, and get smoked like a bong Disrespect, and get smoked like a bong God damn [Chorus] Damn damn damnnn [VERSE 2] Came a long way from rapping in the basement n***as moving rocks like cavemen Nah nah n***a I don't gang bang But I be with my n***as tryna change lanes Tryna get a rolex see the times changed Watch how i stunt (stunt stunt stunt) n***as get rolled like blunts I don't smoke, but I be high I do not f** wit these hoes, i do not f** with these hoes I'm just countin' these rolls, I'm just counting these rolls Pockets get fat, pockets get low, n***as get jacked I lose my b**h, I'm f**in your hoe That's how it go, money the mode It do not slow down Money got mold now, my heart it got cold now Cause n***as they switch, n***as they act like a b**h I'm just tryna get rich, f** all of that sh** My n***as don't quit, we just climbing to the top of this sh** Boutta' invest in a semi, cause n***as tryna end me Go till it's empty So many n***as be frienenemies [Chorus] Damn damn damnnn Damn damn damnnn [VERSE 3] Nah n***a, you know I ain't done yet Tryna ride around with a pocket full of Tubman's n***as f** with me, nah it ain't a enough yet Tryna get a show packed with fifty thou' Step up, throw water at the crowd I do it for my n***as, make my city proud They look up to me, n***as can't f** wit me So much money, man the sh** getting stuck to me Stay ten toes down to the pavement Work hard, real late, taking slave shifts Stack it up, stack it up, spend it, then get it back Your broke, so you ain't really into that Me and my n***as, we ain't with the chitter chat Only if you talking about grands, cause we into that Got your b**h on my body, you could have her back Got your b**h on my body, you could have her back [Chorus] Damn Damn damn damnnn Damn damn damnnn Damn