Bam Bam (feat. No-Link)
They be watching
Opp spotting
Toe tag, head shot straight dropped him
Gun tucked, ski mask on timing
Black tint, they dont know who's driving
Shit get tact
Keep it on you and don't ever lack
I hope god let me make it to Heaven
I be sinning and wearing all black like
Gotta stay patient
I stayed humble even after I made it like
Pop out in the latest
I be drippy she be feening to taste it like
Told bro don't ever slow down
Fly junkies whenever we hop out the whip
Niggas be broke and ain't taking no risk
I pass it to him and get the assist
Don't know why these opp niggas dissing
When I see em they never perform
I can't wait till I get to clicking
Them niggas gon see what I'm on
I pull then I let the heat sang
Feeling like Snoop ain't nuthin but a G thang
Never was a you and me thang
She off liquor taking off her g string
She get to taking her bra off
Shawty gon suck me till her jaw fall off
Niggas move funny pull up wit a sawed off
Aim for his head make his dome fall off
I can't ever chill even off codiene
I'll never lack got a glock wit a beam
I get to ootin they clearing the scene
And you niggas be popped they not what they seem
You lil niggas is pussy
You the type to get sent to the store
We the type of niggas if you bringing 50
Then we coming back 100 more
Foot on the gas nigga
Pull and blast niggas
I fuck up the rotation
We puff, puff, puff, puff pass niggas
Okay okay
Better chill out cus my niggas on go for the hell of it
GDM all of you niggas irrelevant
Niggas be trying, but ain't out my element
It be easy to see in yall heart
Envy and jealousy show from the start
On my bull like I'm Benny
In the field like I'm Kenny
When feeling like Pickett
I'll pick you apart
Don't ask bout the shit that I'm doing
We was out ready you steady assuming
Daniel pop out so you know it's a movement
Brody be wallen he ready to boom it like
We put it together, fusion
Losing your mind GDM don't confuse it
We boutta go dumb, stupid
Niggas who ain't here just ain't ever gon do shit
Respect me
Step in the room and it's silence
Step out the room i hear sirens, firings, balling was turned into wallen
Tristate
I was just passing by Simon's
Steady be chilling and bullets go flying
Ready to kill it there ain't no replying
Calling up Steph I just know he on timing
Boy on the run, better hope we don't find him
All you hear is
Opp spotting
Toe tag, head shot straight dropped him
Gun tucked, ski mask on timing
Black tint, they dont know who's driving
Shit get tact
Keep it on you and don't ever lack
I hope god let me make it to Heaven
I be sinning and wearing all black like
Gotta stay patient
I stayed humble even after I made it like
Pop out in the latest
I be drippy she be feening to taste it like
Told bro don't ever slow down
Fly junkies whenever we hop out the whip
Niggas be broke and ain't taking no risk
I pass it to him and get the assist
Don't know why these opp niggas dissing
When I see em they never perform
I can't wait till I get to clicking
Them niggas gon see what I'm on
I pull then I let the heat sang
Feeling like Snoop ain't nuthin but a G thang
Never was a you and me thang
She off liquor taking off her g string
She get to taking her bra off
Shawty gon suck me till her jaw fall off
Niggas move funny pull up wit a sawed off
Aim for his head make his dome fall off
I can't ever chill even off codiene
I'll never lack got a glock wit a beam
I get to ootin they clearing the scene
And you niggas be popped they not what they seem
You lil niggas is pussy
You the type to get sent to the store
We the type of niggas if you bringing 50
Then we coming back 100 more
Foot on the gas nigga
Pull and blast niggas
I fuck up the rotation
We puff, puff, puff, puff pass niggas
Okay okay
Better chill out cus my niggas on go for the hell of it
GDM all of you niggas irrelevant
Niggas be trying, but ain't out my element
It be easy to see in yall heart
Envy and jealousy show from the start
On my bull like I'm Benny
In the field like I'm Kenny
When feeling like Pickett
I'll pick you apart
Don't ask bout the shit that I'm doing
We was out ready you steady assuming
Daniel pop out so you know it's a movement
Brody be wallen he ready to boom it like
We put it together, fusion
Losing your mind GDM don't confuse it
We boutta go dumb, stupid
Niggas who ain't here just ain't ever gon do shit
Respect me
Step in the room and it's silence
Step out the room i hear sirens, firings, balling was turned into wallen
Tristate
I was just passing by Simon's
Steady be chilling and bullets go flying
Ready to kill it there ain't no replying
Calling up Steph I just know he on timing
Boy on the run, better hope we don't find him
All you hear is
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Writer(s): Chris Whyte
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