Corner Boy P (Fendi P) - Got Damn lyrics

[Pre-Verse: Curren$y] Let me smoke one with my dog Right on Flake Street Fendi P, Corner Boy P What you call him [Verse: Cornerboy P] Oh sh**, oh sh** b**h you know that's Corner Boy These hoes, ain't f**ing you, cuz you a broke boy Big wheels, riding with a Barbie, in a Tonka truck Nerf gun, on my lap and no, this is not a toy Oh sh**, I think I'm facing time, sh** got me paranoid Boost Mobile clicking, n***as say he 'bout to [?] Push the b**h face out my lap, I got to make a play Undalay, honestly I pray to trap another day God damn, I went through them bands, I mean like god damn Blowin' gas, all in the air, no I don't f** with squares Got damn, put them bands on him, get that n***a murked His homies ain't gon' do sh** for him, but put him on a shirt God damn, I'm balling, and you hating, that's so p**y You a p**y, hating on your dog, for p**y, f**ing p**y Always pull your gun and never f**ing shoot it (Never shoot it) I'm a real Eastside n***a, you can't overlook me Bring me $4,500, you could get a P Don't tell me 'bout no Cali prices, Cali far from here I'm in the club, with a stick of dope behind my ear Play legendary, f** around gon' let it go in here I came up with some n***as , they feel just like me Your b**h Deanne said she just wanna put her mouth on me It's Jet Life, I'm getting money, I flip twice a week I'm talking Audi G, Beamer G My scale on me, that's major key She give me top, my candle lit I swerve the car, can't handle it These broke boy's don't want no smoke I split that n***a cantaloupe I got bands around the dough I got french tips on your hoe Just served by how [?] They knocking at my momma door I blacked out in the booth Don't f**ing ask why Spitta signed me fo'