Baccarat Damjonboi (Ft. Unkle DMoney)

[Intro: Damjonboi]
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Ghetto superstars, man
In the hood signin' autographs and shit, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Yeah, what up? SB in this bitch, nigga
That way, nigga
(You're not makin' this easy, Kyle)

[Verse 1: Damjonboi]
Ayy, what they gon' do with me?
In the club strapped, spillin' Nayo on my Louis sneaks
Left the FN at the crib, pulled up with the chop
Bitch asked me was I wearin' Creed, nah, this Baccarat
Please don't compare me to these niggas, that shit sound funny
Shoot a nigga in his shit, I got bond money
I just met this lil' bitch, she talkin' 'bout, "I love you"
Brodie cussed me out 'cause I was dolo, nigga, I been thuggin'
These niggas still hatin', must be broke, my whole city up
I don't drink Rémy, that shit make me beat my bitches up
Foreign shoe rocker, Moncler smell like dope
I bought them shoes you wanted, now lil' bitch, give me that throat
Still runnin' up bags
In the VIP with gang, still runnin' up tags
Pourin' drank up in a foreign, pray to God I don't crash
Fuck replyin' to a diss song, we on your ass
Bitches was on dick way before a nigga had cash
Let me switch it up
Got my dick all in your bitch mouth, so she ain't pickin' up
Forgiatos on that 550 got me sittin' up
Ain't tryna hear about that broke nigga, bitch, just hit the blunts
Smoke a nigga like a vape
Should've got this dick when I was broke, now you gotta wait
SB, that's gang shit, shoot a nigga in his face
Me and T go way back since we was hoopin' on crates
Bitch, stay in your place