Some Type Of Way lyrics

[Chorus: Damedot]
When that ceiling fly away (When the ceiling fly, n*gga)
I be feelin' some type of way (Tell 'em, boss season)
When them seals fly away (Sealed drank, God)
I be feelin' some type of way (You hear me?)
When that ice be on my [?] (f*ck is ice? Uh)
I be feelin' some type of way
And I got that mag on my waist
For any n*gga
Feelin' some type of way (Any of y'all, bah)

[Verse 1: Damedot]
Late night, me bustin' a whole square into circles (Zips)
Bag up and a damn errand, you know a n*gga gon' catch it
Your b*tch throw me the neck, you know a n*gga gon' catch it (You already know)
Hundred grams in my possession, you know a n*gga gon' strеtch it (Two hundred of 'em)
Get monеy, f*ck bein' broke, lil' n*gga, that's not an option (That's lame)
These lil' n*ggas so messy and they main b*tch so sloppy (We don't talk)
Look, n*gga, if Louis belts and foregins get her excited
n*gga, that b*tch triflin', you supposed to one-night her
Fell in love with that dog money and that white (I love you)
Your b*tch is such a slob, f*cked her for a pair of Nikes (A hundred dollars)
Team East Damedot, I'm a boss, it's apparent (You see me)
I know it's good to see a n*gga, but watch all of that starin'
Certain sh*t make the hoes nut, so I gotta watch what I'm wearin' (Yeah)
PRPs with the bankroll, make her bust it open on camera (Yeah)
In the club drinkin' out the bottle like where the f*ck is my manners? (f*ck is that?)
Unless they twenty-six hundred, we don't f*ck around with no glasses (Naw)
n*gga
[Chorus: Damedot]
When that ceiling fly away (When the ceiling fly, n*gga)
I be feelin' some type of way (Tell 'em, boss season)
When them seals fly away (Sealed drank, God)
I be feelin' some type of way (You hear me?)
When that ice be on my [?] (f*ck is ice? Uh)
I be feelin' some type of way
And I got that mag on my waist
For any n*gga
Feelin' some type of way (Bah)

[Verse 2: Babyface Ray]
Play with b*tches' emotions (My bad)
f*ck foreign, she open (She open)
sh*t that I'm smokin', I call it "Cali Promotion" (Loud)
Young n*gga covered in Dolce (Gabbana), no cologne, just an OG
Right hand, that double cup, left wrist, that Rose
You could see it good when I'm rollin', man, ice clearer than the ocean (The ocean)
Lean got me unfocused, kush so strong I'm chokin'
Hit a lot of b*tches on snowden, I don't choose hoes, I'm chosen (Chosen)
Buffs white like yola (Yola), stretch work like yoga (Yoga)
Damn, I hate bein' sober, that's one-eighty in that soda (Six)
Cuttin' up in that Nash, that's twenty-five in that motor (Cuz)
Countin' up, me and Mike G, that's twenty pints in that Rover (Mike G)
Weed 'bows, bring the liquor in, make one call, it was over
Your b*tch come right over, she play singles, she show up (Singles)
f*ck boys don't know us, know Eastside n*ggas go dumb (Go dumb)
Six Mile b*tch warren up, that's me and Lil P throwin' up
Kush house on four-one, just call Chiefy you pullin' up, b*tch
[Chorus: Damedot]
When that ceiling fly away (When the ceiling fly, n*gga)
I be feelin' some type of way (Tell 'em, boss season)
When them seals fly away (Sealed drank, God)
I be feelin' some type of way (You hear me?)
When that ice be on my [?] (f*ck is ice? Uh)
I be feelin' some type of way
And I got that mag on my waist
For any n*gga
Feelin' some type of way (Bah)

[Verse 3: Team Eastside Lil P]
Lil P, I'm so street, your OG, he know me
Your OG, she owe me, said keep that on the low-key (On the low)
Iced buffs plain Rollie (Yop), Jesus piece is so holy
You love the b*tch, she love me, your main ho so scurvy (Go)
Shirt off when I skrrt off, them Forgi rims gon' hurt him
I want the n*ggas that killed Troy, won't stop until I hurt 'em
Hundred round for certain (Yop), thirty round on person (Woo)
b*tch tell me I'm cute and I look way better in person
Pants saggin', my drawers showin' (Yop), my b*tch mad, I'm back smokin' (Yop)
I was down bad, now I'm back goin'
Gotta thank God I'm back focused (Go)
How you a boss and your stack foldin'?
How you a shooter with no mag on you?
How your b*tch bad with no bag on her?
No income, no cash on her (Lil' b*tch)
Ridin' around with that sack on me (Yop)
I'm a dope dealer (Woo)
Why my shooter react like that? He a coke sniffer (Yup)
Why them n*ggas hatin' like that? 'Cause they ho n*ggas (pus*y)
Team Eastside Ghetto Boy, that's for sure, n*gga
[Chorus: Damedot]
When that ceiling fly away (When the ceiling fly, n*gga)
I be feelin' some type of way (Tell 'em, boss season)
When them seals fly away (Sealed drank, God)
I be feelin' some type of way (You hear me?)
When that ice be on my [?] (f*ck is ice? Uh)
I be feelin' some type of way
And I got that mag on my waist
For any n*gga
Feelin' some type of way (Bah)