Lyrics:
them things blam
My hangers got extendos, let them things blam
I'm from Riverdale, full of young niggas
Ain't no OG's, just some young niggas
Gangbangin,
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Steve vai (guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Chuck wild (piano)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Scott
then I fuck on my side piece
Stay by myself, cuz these niggas be slimy
We gon' fold his ass, no origami
I give her the test, like Johnny
She give me
a bitch
Come in by self and leave out wit'cha chick
Beanie Sigel got my back if we run into a snitch
And Kels got his back if he ever need a hit
From
suddenly political
Told me shut my mouth and get my checks from Evangelicals
Where my momma raised me, on Angela and Eldris
Chuck Berry made it, but
Ah you hear this?
Ada big belly guy I telling be talking
By my side is my version Biggie Smalls Ya?
(no question, no question)
From Brooklyn Ya!
a dime piece
(A huge bitch)
I'm here, I'm there, elf on the shelf
Got bars by the load tucked under my belt
Tongue kissin' your bitch
Dick her down then
Rest In Peace Mac Dre
I'm thinking to myself like what would a Mac say
If he ever got his hands on beat like this
He would probably say something
that
Bandana wrapped where my chrome and my wig at
If he want beef, hit his home with a Big Mac
Niggas be breakin' the code like a Kit-Kat
Runnin'
got all these skengs
That mac it's a 10/10
Fall back its a 10/10
Loud pacc it's a 10/10
Bad b it's a 10/10
Oh my gosh,
Bad b came with the budum budum
the Art of War book 'bout Sun Tzu
You realize if you defy, you probably won't be around here long
Rapunzel (get over it)
Look, bitch, I got the bands in my
Make my way to a pay phone and hit j.
"hey, I just got jumped on
I'm over here at ? ? ?
It's the mob that ? ? to the brain to the gathor
A few minutes
wandering,
Got my girl on the phone, tell her to kiss little J,
Cause I'll be gone again "Honey I can't speak." she suckin' her cheek,
"If everything go
a switch
It's the lateral movement of my vocal pitch
It eliminates pressure on the haunted
But the posse is around so I got to front it
Plus employ tactics
I get you touched by my little homie
I said I'm Band God and you little homie
Free Sheano wit that Mac boy I did this for him
Cause ima Band Boy,
blackin' out
Pulled the MAC-10 out, stuck it in her face
Shut ya yakkin' mouth,
'Fore I blow the brain from out the back ya scalp
Drug her by her hair,
I don't even mind it
But don't get gassed 'cause you got the headline
You only got it cause I declined it
Lost my faith, then I went to find it
bullshittin'
AR hit your truck, got your hood flippin'
Feet by the engine, head by the transmission
Yeah, and I be right where I am, mister
Me and my damn
bullshittin'
AR hit your truck, got your hood flippin'
Feet by the engine, head by the transmission
Yeah, and I be right where I am, mister
Me and my damn
you got my attention as the lucky one who’s dissing me
But we are not the same, responding doesn’t mean there’s symmetry
My chain of command is in
she got that goodie so I ate the pussy nah I’m not rookie to that gushy gushy eat it like a cookie
Juice dripping down my chin leaking on my hoodie
da b word less it rhymes w Clare and chuck.
(Hook) (1:21 - 1:41)
By my side (by my!) Ride or die (ride or!) Sacrifice (Cole verse)
If you need me
(let's get it)
Flippa
Designer (designer), yeah, it's on me
I got Frosted Flake Cookies, you might mistake me for Tony
OTF Migos gang, those are my
motion way she moving by the ocean
She wanna play me like Chuck E. Cheese but then ain't got no tokens
Shawty your best angle on yo knees serving on what
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