DAMAGE

(Wow)
(Bruh)
(Bungalo Collective)
(Bro)
(Ay, what they gonna do now?)

[Verse 1]
Tripping on myself 'cause my pants too long
Even when I’m slipping no I can't do wrong
Hands by my face and my stance too strong
She say sing to me but I do not do songs
I be-

(Shut yo bitchass up!)
(Why yo pants too-)

[Chorus]
Ain't no threat but I might do damage
Cut me a check get the money through a transfer
Hate too common
See you in the comments
Lyin’ to yourself
Ain't it better being honest?

[Verse 2]
Lyin' to yourself thinking your fate can't change
Haven't felt the sun for days can't maintain
Cones imitate you know I keep my own
Never fake it, ain't no way around it
Had to go and take it

Sympathize, I just want to minimize that
Look in my еyes, don't they signify that?
Won’t say how feel, I can digitize that
Thеy hate what is real, but can’t recognize that

[Bridge]
Like that, uh huh, it's like that
Like that, uh huh, it’s like that
Like that, uh huh, it's like that
Can't keep me low, but won't keep me in the back
(Ah, fuck)

(Kiki, are you riding? Do you want me?)
(Say you’ll never ever leave from beside me)
(But I want you, and I need you)

[Verse 3]
I'm posting where your parents live
Find me at an outpost looking for a heretic
24 hours all it takes to make a summer hit
Jit in the corner looking like he want another hit
All night, ate up everything besides the oven mitt

24 cowards in my face I had to double it
48 powers in this space you don't want none of it
Little old leaking out the face for the fun of it
Time out, fourth down, think we got the run of shit
Touchdown, Pinot on my waist I got discovered it
Bouba, bouncing off the couch, Kiki punting it
Round off, spiky like a glick I don't want none of it
Bouba, bouncing off the couch, Kiki punting it

I come equipped and hit a lick, then do the dash
Write a check, and do it quick, I need the cash
Opp packs, I'm smoking on big racks
Won't lack, when I'm cracked I'm cooking up big snacks
Talk smack, and you thinkin' I knew that I saw that but
Homie you a rat, you breaking like Kit-Kat
Snitch back, Karma calling, he wanted this bitch back
When I twitch get scared, the forces is all black
When I walk down
I be feeling pretty from the top down
Riding in the tinted with the top down
I just really want to get some top now
Make it really sloppy with the jaw sounds

[Chorus]
Ain't no threat but I might do damage
Cut me a check get the money through a transfer
Hate too common
See you in the comments
Lyin' to yourself
Ain't it better being honest?

[Outro]
Tiptoe on your tombstone I ain't see it
What's the odds of seein' three five sevens screaming
Factor in god thats the next one you seein
Bullet time
Beat hard body like machinist

(Bungalo Collective)