Damn (Different Personalities 2) lyrics

[Intro: Don Dotta & FBG Duck]
Lil Riico
Ayy
You know I'm talmbout?
You know?
Clout Boy
I'm still on that same sh*t, that gang sh*t, you know? (Damn)
Dotta in this motherf*cker, man
Gang-gang (Damn, damn, damn, damn)
Lil Riico
Let's get it
Turn up

[Chorus: Don Dotta & FBG Duck]
Look how I rock my wrist
I dropped a scale on that b*tch
Young n*gga flex 'til I'm rich
Your b*tch be all on my di*k
Plug say he tryna send me a fifth
I told him, "You not mailin' me sh*t"
Then it's a knock at the door
My sh*t got kicked, somebody snitched, damn
Look how I rock my wrist
I dropped a scale on that b*tch
Young n*gga flex 'til I'm rich
Your b*tch be all on my di*k
Plug say he tryna send me a fifth
I told him, "You not mailin' me sh*t"
Then it's a knock at the door
My sh*t got kicked, somebody snitched, damn
[Verse 1: Don Dotta & FBG Duck]
Flexin' on f*ck n*ggas, cuttin' and thuggin', these b*tches like, "Damn"
I get to whippin' the work, look at my wrist, now I'm flooded with grams
Young n*gga whippin' the stove
I just be flеxin' on hoes
Work in the street, I got 'em shoppin' likе a young n*gga own Lowe's
I pull up and hop out of Benz
f*ckin' your b*tch, give me chin
She rockin' my sh*t off some Hen'
I'm [?] my soda with Xans
b*tch, you a opp, better duck
I'm ridin' with Glizzy with Duck
He dumpin' that b*tch out of truck
You get caught in that jam, then you stuck

[Chorus: Don Dotta & FBG Duck]
Look how I rock my wrist
I dropped a scale on that b*tch
Young n*gga flex 'til I'm rich
Your b*tch be all on my di*k
Plug say he tryna send me a fifth
I told him, "You not mailin' me sh*t"
Then it's a knock at the door
My sh*t got kicked, somebody snitched, damn
Look how I rock my wrist
I dropped a scale on that b*tch
Young n*gga flex 'til I'm rich
Your b*tch be all on my di*k
Plug say he tryna send me a fifth
I told him, "You not mailin' me sh*t"
Then it's a knock at the door
My sh*t got kicked, somebody snitched, damn
[Verse 2: FBG Duck]
Damn, watch how I turn up the flex, ayy, watch how I run up the check
Just to p*ss you off, get your b*tch number today and tomorrow, gon' get me some neck
She a freak, she did everything I told her
Your b*tch a thotty, I told you
You should text her right now and tell the lil' b*tch that it's over, damn, ayy
n*ggas tryna tweak over b*tches, run up on me, and your life gon' be over, ayy
Grab the Draco out the bed, then start shootin' that motherf*cker like Soulja, ayy
n*ggas know I'm 'bout that action, damn
pus*y, just stop with the cappin', damn
Run up on me, it get tragic
I ain't gotta say it, n*ggas know what's gon' happen (Money)

[Chorus: Don Dotta & FBG Duck]
Look how I rock my wrist
I dropped a scale on that b*tch
Young n*gga flex 'til I'm rich
Your b*tch be all on my di*k
Plug say he tryna send me a fifth
I told him, "You not mailin' me sh*t"
Then it's a knock at the door
My sh*t got kicked, somebody snitched, damn
Look how I rock my wrist
I dropped a scale on that b*tch
Young n*gga flex 'til I'm rich
Your b*tch be all on my di*k
Plug say he tryna send me a fifth
I told him, "You not mailin' me sh*t"
Then it's a knock at the door
My sh*t got kicked, somebody snitched, damn