Bamaz K (feat. Kay Glizz & Nunnie Da III)

Look

I just felt like I had to make a couple things clear 'cause everybody on my dick, ****

Word

Look

I just felt like I had to make a couple things clear 'cause everybody on my dick

Nobody took nothin' from me, it's a difference

But fuck it, now I gotta make it lit

Fuck Lil Dee, he was on the floor shakin' and throwin' a fit

Novak got the .40 and I got the fifth

We tryna put Durkio up in a spliff

Fuck all the subs, fuck all the arguin'

Fuck all the talkin', let’s play ball

We got new tans, we ready for war

Rich got shot for openin' his door

We smokin' Darnell, got sent to the Lord

Keem punched lil' Rah in his jaw

**** on the bench, he never on court

Always on our dick, **** gotta be bored

Shit is sad, **** came over here and did bad

It's okay 'cause now we gon' get on they ass

All that friendship shit in the past

If I catch a Bama ****, I'ma blast

On bro, them **** be movin' scary when they throw

Buggout got slapped with a Croc, he a joke

And CBC Jay better get him a pole

'Cause we not with the games, like

None of them **** got aim

If I run into Banga, then he better bang

It's up and it's stuck and it's never gon' change, like

Fuck Lil Dee, he a strain

And nobody never did shit to my gang

SySy butt, he don't put in pain

Don't listen to him, he never did a thing

I just felt like I had to make a couple things clear 'cause everybody on my dick

Nobody took nothin' from me, it's a difference

But fuck it, now I gotta make it lit

Fuck Lil Dee, he was on the floor (Grrah) shakin' and throwin' a fit (Grrah, grrah, boom, ****)

Novak got the .40 and I got the fifth (Uh-huh)

We tryna put Durkio up in a spliff

These **** tryna troll us? Let's go

If I catch lil' Sy, he goin' in a tomb

Why you tell a victim you took a knocker from my mans?

I promise you won't even throw

****, we on that Blake block, four poles

I got Nunnie with me tryna snatch a soul

**** take your orders from they lil' bros

Could never, everyone with me on go, like, glah

Look, smokin' Lil Dee, I heard he threw a tantrum

**** done started some shit over nothin'

98K, we don't fuck with the Bamaz

I put my energy into this gun

Novak throwin', finna push some more back

Rich got shot and almost was a blunt

They tryna ask me how all of this start

Whole time, we was linked up with some crumbs

**** switchin' for weapons

I guess **** gotta learn they lesson

Backdoor open, this a different season

Got Savage with me, we tryna take a necklace

We give the belt to the opps, we be steppin'

All they bitches me and my **** sexin'

Catch him out of bounds, we got to stretch him

And Send-Three keep a knocker to protect him

Grrah

You know how the fuck we comin', ****, we don't fuck with nobody, ****, suck my dick

Everything shot down, ****

Word to bro