DAMN - Intellectual

[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?)

Damn

(Boomin need extras)

Damn

Ayy, guess what? Damn

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

Damn

Ayy, guess what? Damn