Da Message Lyrics

Cam

Y'all niggas know what the fuck going on man

Really just be chilling man, getting to the money

But these niggas want a response

So here you go, you heard me

These fuck niggas lame, tryna finesse on lit cam

I'ma charge this shit straight to the game, they hate on my name

I do this shit for the money, not cars, not clothes or fame

Gotta stick when I pop out, we bringing the pain

Missing no target, we shooting with aim

My only response, it come with a bang

Im having motion, u should do the same

Try to score know, we slapping, she straight out the paint

Forever on point, what the fuck do you think

On the beach in Biloxi, Im pouring up drink

Fuckin' your bitch, made ha squirt in the sink

Counting up 20, just left from the bank

You mad cause I do what I want, and you can't

I never been dumb, I'm as smart as you think

hang with the devil protected by saints

swear these niggas capped out

If I see you in public, lil' nigga get slapped out

I'm bringing the cash out

he was hollinn bout smoke, but the nigga got ashed out

They say its a blackout

We ain't tripping, got Glock with the beam, it's a flash out

33 shots on me Jerry Stackhouse, off the Perc and , I'm beating her back out

Tryna stay way from bringing the mask out

Got hit with that heat, made him pass out

This ain't an AR-15, it's a blackout

They just like, fucking with me, till I spaz out

Say these niggas pretend

He dropped a diss on the Monday, but ain't see the weekend

been in that water, I jumped in the deep end

Die by respect, Ill sit in the precinct

Sitting out shots, we ain't never on defense

Went bought a loft, just to fuck off and freak in

Ain't no cap, I'm as hard as the cement

Boy, you ain't strong, need to go eat some wheat thins

Ain't no cap in my rap, I'ma keep me a strap

And the fuck nigga Mad cause my name on the map

If He said that he spent, swear to God, that shit cap

These fuck niggas lame Tryna finesse on lit cam, I'ma charge this shit

Straight to the gang, they hate on my name

I do this shit for the money, not cars, not clothes or fame

got a stick , when I pop out, we bringing the pain

Missing no target, we shooting with aim

My only response, it come with a bang

Im having motion you should do the same

Tryna score know we slapping shit straight out the paint

Forever on point, what the fuck do you think

On the beach in Biloxi I'm pouring up drink

Fuckin' your bitch, made her squirt in the sink

Counted up 20 just left from the bank you Mad

Cause I do what I want and you cant i never

Been dumb Im as smart as u think, Hang with the

Devil protected by saints

Im Forever on point , what the fuck do you think

On the beach in Biloxi Im pouring up drink

Fuckin' your bitch, made her squirt in the sink

Counted up twenty just left from the bank

You mad, cause I do what I want, and you can't

I never been dumb, I'm as smart as you think

Hang with the devil, protected by saint

Hang with the devil, protected by saint