Billy Bats Lyrics - Singles - Bodega Bamz

Shoot 'em up 

Never ask questions 

Leave 'em dead 

Shoot, mobbed up, under influence in that coupe 

Got the cold killers with the smile wearin' suits 

Automatics wipe the bullets down leave no proof 

Got the drop on these niggas now so we shoot 

I hope you got a extra mic and a fuego proof booth 

'Cause you know, I'm known to melt a wire or two 

I got the mac all black but the riot won't do 

I got the [?] killin' rats, get your firin' crew 

You need a fire engineer when I lay this blaze 

I fired engineers when hola became 

Hit the bodega dark liquor, lines of blow 

Hoes with the big nose suckin' me slow 

Fuck that, don't hold me back 

I sleep in the trap 

Y'all cats told Bamz to rap 

I'd rather, take my chances hitin' the block 

I had to, take those glances runnin' from cops, for real 

If you a boss don't say it 

'Cause a real boss got the alphabet boys waitin' 

We ain't playin' with ya 

Most high roll up with the holy scriptures 

I want a mansion like a museum to hang my pictures 

You hear the whispers? Tanboys did this 

Some got the permanent ink, some got stickers 

Die for some money never die for some bitches 

All of us come from the streets, my niggas 

Your man won't shoot 

Your goons won't shoot 

Your crew won't shoot 

Your bitch won't shoot 

Your moms won't shoot 

Your pops won't shoot 

Your step-father's baby mother brother won't shoot 

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What it do? 

Never scared, who are you? 

Smell pussy in the room 

Bitch niggas perfume 

Pullin' cars like what 

Got a bitch like what 

She can ride, she can smoke, she can suck like what 

Cuban cigars at the bar, I'm like Castro 

Know who we are, I'm not a star I'm an asshole 

Cash flow [?] task force, comin' in 

Lawyer money straight, make bill when the sun come in 

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