BYE BYE lyrics

[Chorus: DAMIEN LUCI]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
That Draco blow you sky-high
Better get to ducking, I'ma turn his shirt to tie-dye
Copped a drum, no 808, that b*tch eat you up like Five Guys
If this b*tch ain’t get to business then I tell that ho, "Bye-bye"

[Verse 1: DAMIEN LUCI]
Living like it's GTA, I pull him out that black 'Lac
All my sh*t got di*ks, I'm toting 30's like a pressed tab
f*cked his ho and sent her out
Tell ole' boy take his mess back
I'm one the who don't know sh*t, you staying where the feds at
Think my strap got OCD, yeah it be knocking your bean clean
I be turning the middle of his hoodie to red and he ain't wеaring Supreme
I got them guns straight out of Black Ops, but my triggеr ain't no R2
Think my FN on the sprectrum how it's spazzing, I disarm you
Stay on go mode if that beep beep
I'm getting money, I got that cheat sheet
I'm getting pus*y, that's on repeat
I think it's weird, your boy wanna be me
Kicking these hoes they wanna love me, nah, they cannot cuff me
Ayy, she sniffing snow, she at my show, your b*tch all in the front seat
I ain't talking Vogue, but I got mags
This metal push your forehead back
If I see you out in public, they gon' blink and there's the aftermath
I feel like Gordon Ramsay, I be whipping bricks and dishing sh*t
Your boy, he like to talk and now he sleeping where them fishes is
I uppercut the pussies gut, he coughing blood like, "What the f*ck?"
He acting tough, I take 'em like a line of K and cut 'em up
That .40 tucked, I bang with 'Yac
I'm sipping sh*t and smoking stuff
Them runtz got me on Mars like I don’t even know the f*ck is up
[Chorus: DAMIEN LUCI]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
That Draco blow you sky-high
Better get to ducking, I'ma turn his shirt to tie-dye
Copped a drum, no 808, that b*tch eat you up like Five Guys
If this b*tch ain’t get to business then I tell that ho, "Bye-bye"
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
That Draco blow you sky-high
Better get to ducking, I'ma turn his shirt to tie-dye
Copped a drum, no 808, that b*tch eat you up like Five Guys
If this b*tch ain’t get to business then I tell that ho, "Bye-bye"

[Verse 2: Zotiyac]
I tell that lil' ho, "Bye-bye"
I disappear on a b*tch like ta-da
Is that your lady? I didn't know
Could have my baby, I'm her guy, guy (Guy, guy)
Okay now, Glock-Glock
Toting that Glock like a baby that's trying, saying, "Fire"
n*gga, fye-fye
Put that b*tch right up on you and your papa
Pop that b*tch right in his head and then Popeye, n*gga, eat your spinach
I go to work in her mouth everyday, she don't need no dentist
The clip's extended, n*gga get hit in the head with this b*tch and his sh*t get dented
Now that n*gga done, I call up Damien like, "Hit the shot before that n*gga run"
Get hit with a hun like Atila
Yeah, that's what you get
What you f*ck with a killa', lil' n*gga
Boy that Draco blow you sky-high
High enough to hit that n*gga Allah with a high-five
b*tches talk too much, all in my ear, I just hear "Blah, blah"
Before we f*ck, first we got high and then I told that little b*tch "Bye-bye"