Intercontinental lyrics
by Damedot
City Star Leo
(Verse 1)
Aye!
“On Some sh*t like that
I got the money power respect
Yea u wear a vest
We don’t shoot below the neck
City star world
b*tch you know we up next
Heavy motion gang
Whole team full of threats
Knock yo hoe down
& I treat her like pet
Wanna notha perk here susan go fetch
We don’t f*ck with dawg
Salem begging for his kit
Yea he stunning onna live
Next day got hit
20 slugs out the Glock
Shooting shots ray allen
If I catch on u on block
Pray to god it don’t happеn
Say I got jumped but them lil kids cappin
I beout hеre everyday bro I’m all bout action
(Verse 2)
Don’t give a f*ck bout the price
Boy I’m shipping overnight
Keep juice by the pint
Half off on flights
Yea them beans tucked tight
I will never pop a vike
U a rp 10 imma Mbox 30
Hold on lee
My apes wanna shake sum
Thumbing through this money
Dame said I’m a1
Red rum I shop with doni
On the block
With day 1s
Pass the blunt
I’m rolling up the dead ones
(Verse 3)
I ain’t giovanni but I got them killers
On payroll Smoking on that Willy j peso
10 thots all sipping on anjhoe
Shake that ass
She say city
Can I put them frames on
Hell naw
Let them lames hit
Yea small fry’s
Oh sh*t I meant to say them finished guys
Talking real wet
b*tch I send u up to god
C$W bang boy I’m representing for the mob
Yea half of the pape dirty
Other half legal
007 hit u the Desert eagle
Acting like I won’t Rob u b*tch u ain’t my ppl
We going interncontinal
Shoutout William regal”
Damedot
(Verse 1)
Yea!
“The food come straight to your crib
I’m door dashing
My little b*tch body still wrapped up
In plastic
Moncler bubble
She f*ck me she gonna get in trouble
Walked in the bar & thumbed her
My left wrist almost cost a 100
I went to hug my granny
Had the Glock on me (my bad)
(Verse 2)
When out to eat with my b*tch
Had the chop on me
n*gga ain’t never punch me
I got a Glock on me
Soon as I jumped in the hellcat
Feel like the cops on me
I got everything u n*ggas got
Yo spot on me
All white fresher then a b*tch
Not a spot on me
Twenty eight racks cash I damn
Near got a block on me
b*tch text my phone 911
She got some top for me
Blue shirt put a shooter in the dirt
Boy I’m sipping purp the realest n*gga
On the earth
She got world poo 5000
Make me wanna surf
I got the switchy on the g-lock this b*tch love to squirt”(dummy!)