Damn Fee lyrics

[Intro]
(CasBangz, he got that smoke with him)
Ayy
n*gga, I remember one time I had one of my lil' n*ggas with me in the studio in LA
And he wanted to hit a b*tch in the studio room
I told him, "Huh, here go the car keys" (Oh my God, it's Beemer boy)
Go f*ck that b*tch in the backseat of the G-Wagen
You know? You know we on that AMG sh*t

[Chorus]
Shorty said she wanna f*ck me, that's a damn fee
I told baby, "This the chopper house, not a bandy"
Helicopters out, the coppers wanna bam me
I don't f*ck with other trappers when I'm in the damn street
She don't f*ck with other rappers, say she only jam me
All grams, no 'Grams, I don't do thе scamming
I know I might go to Hell 'cause this 'Cat a damn demon
And if you lookin' for mе, girl, I'm where them rubber bands be

[Verse 1]
We got Gallery Department, we got Palm Angels
I got thots that different colors like a Power Ranger
I hit the block, then take it over, I need all the paper
I'm on the block with my lil' soldier, clutchin' Glocks with lasers
I told that b*tch to eat my c*ck 'cause I don't need a favor
I love the guap, could never put a b*tch before the paper
My homie locked down in the box, he sleepin' with a razor
I'm eatin' lambchop in a Lamb' truck, I done elevated
My teacher thought I was gon' fail, I was a sixth grader
Now I got all this f*ckin' money, f*ck an education
And just in case the feds come, my lawyer got an eighty
I know I treat her dead wrong, but I'm a project baby
I need somebody to save me
[Chorus]
Shorty said she wanna f*ck me, that's a damn fee
I told baby, "This the chopper house, not a bandy"
Helicopters out, the coppers wanna bam me
I don't f*ck with other trappers when I'm in the damn street
She don't f*ck with other rappers, say she only jam me
All grams, no 'Grams, I don't do the scamming
I know I might go to Hell 'cause this 'Cat a damn demon
And if you lookin' for me, girl, I'm where them rubber bands be

[Verse 2]
We got lean, we got powder, we got Xans, we got Percs
We got beans, we got power, we got bands up the burst
Pull up your pants, I won't lack, I done nutted on her skirt
About my brother, 'bout my round, I'll put your mans on a shirt
Fresh as hell, look at shorty, Dapper Dan on the curb
These n*ggas quick to cuff a girl that I can spank on the first date
It only cost a couple grand to get that ass, go through surgery
I heard you got up on the stand on a murder case
Lil' shorty real, she get a tan every Thursday
Lil' shorty channy, Jackie Chan, Burberry
My homie made so many bands sellin' thirties
Them shooters in a minivan, clutchin' thirties

[Chorus]
Shorty said she wanna f*ck me, that's a damn fee
I told baby, "This the chopper house, not a bandy"
Helicopters out, the coppers wanna bam me
I don't f*ck with other trappers when I'm in the damn street
She don't f*ck with other rappers, say she only jam me
All grams, no 'Grams, I don't do the scamming
I know I might go to Hell 'cause this 'Cat a damn demon
And if you lookin' for me, girl, I'm where them rubber bands be
[Outro]
(CasBangz, he got that smoke with him)
(Oh my God, it's Beemer boy)