21 Lil Harold – Damn Lyrics

21 Lil Harold – Damn Lyrics

Damn
Damn, damn, blaow
(Woah, woah)
Hmm-mmm-mmm-mmm
Hmm-mmm-mmm (Damn)

I’ma let this MAC fly (MAC fly)
I ain’t squashin’ shit, like them other guys
And I ain’t stoppin’ shit if my brother die (Hell nah, nigga)
And I’ll send a blick, fuck the other side (Baow, baow)
Hangin’ out the window, let this stick ride (Ride)
Yellow tape, it’s another homicide (Homicide)
Keep a blick, I can’t stand to see my mama cry (Keep a what?)
Nigga said “Spin they block”, now they Fox 5 (Pussy)

Like, niggas, goddamn (Damn)
Niggas just watch they man die (21)
And go cry on Instagram (21, 21)
Make goddamn long-ass comments on Instagram and shit (21, 21)
But niggas like us (21, damn, 21)
We can’t sit back and watch this shit go on and shit (21)
‘Cause niggas done died behind this shit, you know (21)
Niggas have been around each other dub plus since kids (21)

Damn, I miss Larry though (That’s my dawg)
I wish he had it on, he could’ve killed that ho’ (Huh?)
He ain’t die over no beef or no smoke though (What the fuck?)
You can’t put ’em in no weed and make no jokes, ho’ (What the fuck?)
We done smoked a lot of niggas, we up the score-score (The score, nigga)
We done killed a lot of niggas on the low-low (Now you know)
You done told on hella niggas, you broke the G-code (What?)
She took my dawg, he ain’t my friend, that’s my bro-bro (That’s my bro, 21)
See, Savage got a nigga back if I went broke (That’s my dawg)
And I’d get a nigga scrapped if he want smoke (Now you gone)
And I ain’t dissin’ on no trap for no promo (What the fuck?)
Because I make a lot of money for you hobo’s (Why you duck, nigga? 21)
Pussy boy (21)

See, I just be in my head, wonderin’ like
How the hell you gon’ go to war and you ain’t got no money?
You gotta pay for the funerals
You gotta goddamn make sure you got
The nice-ass clothes they be wearin’ at the casket and shit
You gotta make sure them folks mamas straight
You gotta make sure your dawg goddamn (Uh, uh, uh)
Get put in the ground the right way

I’m so sick of playin’ these streets and they wonder why (Wonder why)
Had a dirty Glock on me, like a hundred times
And I still got thirty shots, that’s on cap, although I joke and bap a lot
I ain’t talkin’ shit on wacks, ’cause niggas get whacked if you rap a lot (Uh)
Still fuckin’ up them racks and pullin’ fast shit off the lot (Phew)
Took some inches off the top, put an extension on the Glock (Brr)
Said “The streets was done now”, heard it ain’t no fun now (You know that)
He got hit with twenty-three (MJ), ’cause had his tongue out (Talkin’)
When you get caught, don’t run now, I love the sound of gunshots (Huh)
First I seen an opp shot, then I see the sun shot
Like a staircase, I’ll run down, spent from sun up to sundown
Forty up rounds, you can gun down, we’ll spill homicide in your town
I be shinin’, up and down, rockin’ diamonds when I come around a hundred rounds (You know that)
When I touch down, I probably blew around fifty-thou’ (Ayy, ayy)
If I come around, that mean I probably made a hundred-thou’ (Swerv’)
You lil’ niggas clowns, you out of style
Leave you out of bounds, you out of bounds (You out of bounds)
Lay that hammer down, go out of town (I’m gone)
Brought this shit up from the ground, that’s my stompin’ ground
Graduate the streets, front line, cap and gown

I’ma let this MAC fly (MAC fly)
I ain’t squashin’ shit, like them other guys
And I ain’t stoppin’ shit if my brother die (Hell nah, nigga)
And I’ll send a blick, fuck the other side (Baow, baow)
Hangin’ out the window, let this stick ride (Ride)
Yellow tape, it’s another homicide (Homicide)
Keep a blick, I can’t stand to see my mama cry (Keep a what?)
Nigga said “Spin they block”, now they Fox 5 (Duck, nigga, 21)