Here I Go Again lyrics

[Intro]
(Li-Li-Li-Link Up)

[Verse]
Phew, uh-oh, here I go again
FN'll knock a n*gga down like he a bowling pin
God damn, the stack's so big, can't even f*ck the bands
Brodie bro'll pop a n*gga top like he a soda can
n*gga when that bag touchdown, I do the shoulder dance
If I give that b*tch the D, then she owe a band
Playin' diamond nose in the yard with my older friends
Me and my b*tch keep it gangster, we ain't holdin' hands
Groupie-ass b*tch tryna put me on her OnlyFans
If I pass this b*tch, bro gon' score like he Kobe mans
Four pockets full up in me and my brodie pants
n*gga, if I can't hit your b*tch, then my brodie can
Livin' at your b*tch mama house, oh, you Jody mans?
Bad b*tch wanna f*ck with me, shе gotta throw me ten
b*tch say she on a pеriod, I told her, "Blow me then"
If the coach don't put me in the game, then I'ma throw me in (Throw me in)
Phew, ha, let's switch the flow up
And I just told this b*tch to throw her back, this b*tch a tow truck
Phew, ha, n*gga, hold up
Diss bruh, my gang, bah, bah, bah, get your bro touched
Diss bruh, my gang, get your ho f*cked
b*tch, can't you see it's countin' money? Keep that door shut
And I ain't pullin' over for the people, that's my pole tucked
And I remember havin' to survive up off four bucks
Nowadays a n*gga want a verse, I need four plus (Ayy)
sh*t, it was me and bro up in the party, n*gga, four guns
Lookin' for the opps on they block, it's a ghost hunt
I'ma smack Dre with the Glock, tryna go dumb
If I get his lil' b*tch the di*k, baby, don't run
Man, who the f*ck this n*gga in my section? I don't know bruh
Police keep on askin' all these questions, I don't know, bruh
She like, "DaBoii, you don't really love me," I'm like, "No, duh"
She like, "DaBoii, you don't really love me," I'm like, "No, duh, b*tch"
"DaBoii, how you feel about rap?" I'm like, "f*ck this"
b*tch like, "DaBoii, do you miss me?" b*tch, not one bit
Fae and nace all up on my hoodie, this ain't truck fit
Give my pus*y up to a bum, then you done, b*tch
Give my pus*y up to a bum, you's a dumb b*tch
b*tch, I put this di*k in your b*tch, make her c*m quick (Look)
This is not cushion or blunt, this is Runtz, b*tch, ha
b*tch, it's over and done with
I'll make your b*tch kiss the di*k, I don't tongue kiss
I'll pour a four of some Wock' in a Sunkist
SOB my gang, f*ck every n*gga that you run with, n*gga
[Outro]
Ha, on the gang, n*gga
Ah, ayy, you know what we hang, n*gga
Uh, and you know what I bang, n*gga
L hit his top, you know SOB the gang, n*gga, b*tch
Ha, ha, ha
On the gang, n*gga
Uh, yeah, lame, n*gga
Be what we hang, n*gga, b*tch