DAMN

[Intro]
Gnarly (Hahaha)
Radical (Yeah, haha)
Totally tubular, dude (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Wicked
Hellalicious, hahahahaha
Mega
Ahem
I have always liked "cowabunga"
(Marc Boomin, this you?)

[Chorus]
Damn
Damn
(Boomin need extras)
Damn
Ayy, guess what? Damn

[Verse]
I be ducked off in Cali, probably in the bay
Hundred thousand dollars ain't shit, that's probably in the safe
Five hundred thousand ain't shit, that's probably in the bank
I just fucked that— Ah
I just fucked your bitch, that probably was your—
I just fucked your main bitch, that probably was your bae
Why you eat mine, and you ain't know that probably was your plate? Damn
Seen a bad bitch lookin' at me in the club, that probably was your date
How the fuck I end up in first place? It probably was your race
Fuck you good, I'ma take your soul, probably was your mate
Take your strap, put one in the head, put it— Ah
Take your strap, put one in the hеad, put it to your face
Mask on, fuck it, mask off, put one to your face
Ayy, or I might just zip thе zipper to the top of the hoodie, kill 'em in the Bape (Damn)
How the fuck you go to jail for some petty shit? Can't get out, you ain't got no bail
Money, you ain't never had no scales, you ain't had no s— Ah
Money, you ain't never had no scales, you ain't had no sales
Have you ever seen your mans die? You ain't had no chills
I just bought a flawless grill from Johnny, you ain't had no grill
How the fuck you put it on the (Damn), you ain't had no scale
How the fuck you weigh it up? You ain't had no scale
How the fuck you go to jail— How the— Damn
How the fuck your only bail's five-hundred, you can't pay your bail?
I'll drop shells on your block like Taco Bell
And I'll drop it in the grease like taco shells
What the fuck you cookin' in the kitchen? Got a nacho smell
Why the fuck you tryna take my— Ah
Why the fuck you tryna take my fiend? That was not your sale

[Chorus]
Damn
Damn
Damn
Ayy, guess what? Damn