Got Damn!

[Intro]
(Ayy, Woods, light that shit up)

[Chorus]
Vibing all night, yeah, smoking all day (Oh)
So high I feel like I'm talking to myself (Shit)
So high I might just tell you how I feel (Shit)
When I pop out, you know shit get real (Yeah)
(When I pop out, you know shit get real, yeah)
I'm tryna pop out, ice all on my grill (Bling)
Them niggas on that same shit still (Goddamn)
Them bitches on that lame shit still (Goddamn)

[Post-Chorus]
Woah, goddamn
Woah, goddamn, goddamn
Goddamn

[Verse 1]
Tryna take me out the game, but I cannot go like that (Go)
Tryna take a nigga out his fame, but I cannot go out that sad (Blick)
In the Hellcat, no jack, have my niggas perform, black mask (Woah)
I was dripping before the racks, nigga, I was trending before my rap habits, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
So many done turned they back on me, many done got they back stabbed (Yeah)
No more running back home, like fuck all that fucking backtracking (Shit)
My life so fucking lit, man, I don't gotta do no damn cappin' (Ayy, yeah)

[Chorus]
Vibing all night, yeah (Go), smoking all day
So high I feel like I'm talking to myself (Shit)
So high I might just tell you how I feel (Shit)
When I pop out, you know shit get real (Fah-fah)
(When I pop out, you know shit get real, shit)
I'm tryna pop out, ice all on my grill (Bling)
Them niggas on that same shit still (Goddamn)
Them bitches on that lame shit still (Goddamn)

[Verse 2]
Goddamn, know I got the hot hand (Woah)
And you know that world turned that boy into a man (Skrrt)
Like fuck Uncle Sam, ayy, he just want my bands (Hello, hello)
I just want the fetti from you niggas, don't want friends (Grrt)
Lost in the world, you know what I'm saying
(We not them kids no more, ayy, no more playing) Yeah, yeah
(Ooh, yeah) If I hit this blunt, I cannot stand (Stand)
(Ooh, yeah) I'll never show a nigga my hand (Damn)

[Chorus]
Vibing all night, yeah, smoking all day (Oh)
So high I feel like I'm talking to myself (Shit)
So high I might just tell you how I feel (Shit)
When I pop out, you know shit get real (Yeah)
(When I pop out, you know shit get real, yeah)
I'm tryna pop out, ice all on my grill (Bling)
Them niggas on that same shit still (Goddamn)
Them bitches on that lame shit still (Goddamn)

[Post-Chorus]
Woah, goddamn
Woah, goddamn, goddamn
Goddamn