[Chorus: Damedot]
\nWhen that ceiling fly away (When the ceiling fly, nigga)
\nI be feelin' some type of way (Tell 'em, boss season)
\nWhen them seals fly away (Sealed drank, God)
\nI be feelin' some type of way (You hear me?)
\nWhen that ice be on my [?] (Fuck is ice? Uh)
\nI be feelin' some type of way
\nAnd I got that mag on my waist
\nFor any nigga
\nFeelin' some type of way (Any of y'all, bah)
\n
\n[Verse 1: Damedot]
\nLate night, me bustin' a whole square into circles (Zips)
\nBag up and a damn errand, you know a nigga gon' catch it
\nYour bitch throw me the neck, you know a nigga gon' catch it (You already know)
\nHundred grams in my possession, you know a nigga gon' strеtch it (Two hundred of 'em)
\nGet monеy, fuck bein' broke, lil' nigga, that's not an option (That's lame)
\nThese lil' niggas so messy and they main bitch so sloppy (We don't talk)
\nLook, nigga, if Louis belts and foregins get her excited
\nNigga, that bitch triflin', you supposed to one-night her
\nFell in love with that dog money and that white (I love you)
\nYour bitch is such a slob, fucked her for a pair of Nikes (A hundred dollars)
\nTeam East Damedot, I'm a boss, it's apparent (You see me)
\nI know it's good to see a nigga, but watch all of that starin'
\nCertain shit make the hoes nut, so I gotta watch what I'm wearin' (Yeah)
\nPRPs with the bankroll, make her bust it open on camera (Yeah)
\nIn the club drinkin' out the bottle like where the fuck is my manners? (Fuck is that?)
\nUnless they twenty-six hundred, we don't fuck around with no glasses (Naw)
\nNigga
\n
\n[Chorus: Damedot]
\nWhen that ceiling fly away (When the ceiling fly, nigga)
\nI be feelin' some type of way (Tell 'em, boss season)
\nWhen them seals fly away (Sealed drank, God)
\nI be feelin' some type of way (You hear me?)
\nWhen that ice be on my [?] (Fuck is ice? Uh)
\nI be feelin' some type of way
\nAnd I got that mag on my waist
\nFor any nigga
\nFeelin' some type of way (Bah)
\n
\n[Verse 2: Babyface Ray]
\nPlay with bitches' emotions (My bad)
\nFuck foreign, she open (She open)
\nShit that I'm smokin', I call it "Cali Promotion" (Loud)
\nYoung nigga covered in Dolce (Gabbana), no cologne, just an OG
\nRight hand, that double cup, left wrist, that Rose
\nYou could see it good when I'm rollin', man, ice clearer than the ocean (The ocean)
\nLean got me unfocused, kush so strong I'm chokin'
\nHit a lot of bitches on snowden, I don't choose hoes, I'm chosen (Chosen)
\nBuffs white like yola (Yola), stretch work like yoga (Yoga)
\nDamn, I hate bein' sober, that's one-eighty in that soda (Six)
\nCuttin' up in that Nash, that's twenty-five in that motor (Cuz)
\nCountin' up, me and Mike G, that's twenty pints in that Rover (Mike G)
\nWeed 'bows, bring the liquor in, make one call, it was over
\nYour bitch come right over, she play singles, she show up (Singles)
\nFuck boys don't know us, know Eastside niggas go dumb (Go dumb)
\nSix Mile bitch warren up, that's me and Lil P throwin' up
\nKush house on four-one, just call Chiefy you pullin' up, bitch
\n
\n[Chorus: Damedot]
\nWhen that ceiling fly away (When the ceiling fly, nigga)
\nI be feelin' some type of way (Tell 'em, boss season)
\nWhen them seals fly away (Sealed drank, God)
\nI be feelin' some type of way (You hear me?)
\nWhen that ice be on my [?] (Fuck is ice? Uh)
\nI be feelin' some type of way
\nAnd I got that mag on my waist
\nFor any nigga
\nFeelin' some type of way (Bah)
\n
\n[Verse 3: Team Eastside Lil P]
\nLil P, I'm so street, your OG, he know me
\nYour OG, she owe me, said keep that on the low-key (On the low)
\nIced buffs plain Rollie (Yop), Jesus piece is so holy
\nYou love the bitch, she love me, your main ho so scurvy (Go)
\nShirt off when I skrrt off, them Forgi rims gon' hurt him
\nI want the niggas that killed Troy, won't stop until I hurt 'em
\nHundred round for certain (Yop), thirty round on person (Woo)
\nBitch tell me I'm cute and I look way better in person
\nPants saggin', my drawers showin' (Yop), my bitch mad, I'm back smokin' (Yop)
\nI was down bad, now I'm back goin'
\nGotta thank God I'm back focused (Go)
\nHow you a boss and your stack foldin'?
\nHow you a shooter with no mag on you?
\nHow your bitch bad with no bag on her?
\nNo income, no cash on her (Lil' bitch)
\nRidin' around with that sack on me (Yop)
\nI'm a dope dealer (Woo)
\nWhy my shooter react like that? He a coke sniffer (Yup)
\nWhy them niggas hatin' like that? 'Cause they ho niggas (Pussy)
\nTeam Eastside Ghetto Boy, that's for sure, nigga
\n
\n[Chorus: Damedot]
\nWhen that ceiling fly away (When the ceiling fly, nigga)
\nI be feelin' some type of way (Tell 'em, boss season)
\nWhen them seals fly away (Sealed drank, God)
\nI be feelin' some type of way (You hear me?)
\nWhen that ice be on my [?] (Fuck is ice? Uh)
\nI be feelin' some type of way
\nAnd I got that mag on my waist
\nFor any nigga
\nFeelin' some type of way (Bah)\n\n
