Damage by Chuck Inglish Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Backin’ out the muthafuckin driveway
In the city it's a crime wave
But you won't catch me flipping though
Ten percent tints on the window
The homie got pinched by the nickel, that's a split though
Simple he be out out in a jiffy, it make sense though
Really if you get caught with it
Po’s trippin’, fuck twelve cause they rather kill a nigga
But this time get with me
Do my dance on 'em, get busy
Put them low pros on the Jimmy
Let the top down when it’s windy
And I done seen a lot in my 20’s
Lost a bid, made a hit and a little bit of money
Showed you niggas how to lace up the strings in your Jordans
And I ain't finna let you niggas take nothin’ from us
The livest on the scene since a news truck
I ain't move a muscle she'll choose up
If it's bout the money you gon’ lose some
Bet a hundred on it they'll choose us
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I was chillin’ on a corner in an old Ford Explorer
In them red Diadora's, bag shakin’ off the floor
Like its 1994, boy, let me tell the story
That's my first rap, niggas ain't even know it
So dope got a sore wrist
So gnar I ain't sayin shit
Man I'm stretchin' that's a wavelength
Girl I still got a pager, page me
Seven for somebody who need it
Baby it's gravy, I don't even eat meat
Why you goin ham, you don't really need beef
Better take a nap 'fore you have to go to sleep
Backin’ out the muthafuckin driveway
In the city it's a crime wave
But you won't catch me flipping though
Ten percent tints on the window
The homie got pinched by the nickel, that's a split though
Simple he be out out in a jiffy, it make sense though
Really if you get caught with it
Po’s trippin’, fuck twelve cause they rather kill a nigga
But this time get with me
Do my dance on 'em, get busy
Put them low pros on the Jimmy
Let the top down when it’s windy
And I done seen a lot in my 20’s
Lost a bid, made a hit and a little bit of money
Showed you niggas how to lace up the strings in your Jordans
And I ain't finna let you niggas take nothin’ from us
The livest on the scene since a news truck
I ain't move a muscle she'll choose up
If it's bout the money you gon’ lose some
Bet a hundred on it they'll choose us
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I was chillin’ on a corner in an old Ford Explorer
In them red Diadora's, bag shakin’ off the floor
Like its 1994, boy, let me tell the story
That's my first rap, niggas ain't even know it
So dope got a sore wrist
So gnar I ain't sayin shit
Man I'm stretchin' that's a wavelength
Girl I still got a pager, page me
Seven for somebody who need it
Baby it's gravy, I don't even eat meat
Why you goin ham, you don't really need beef
Better take a nap 'fore you have to go to sleep