BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM Nigga know that this their raw shit Bitch you stupid binner across this Riding in the motherfucking store No passengers here with me just a phone Forbomb bouncing out the cut with the pole Go and I hit so I can't miss I got my mom Like I'm my groom Nigga's be bummin' boy so funny Catch out on shoot Bank roll, bank roll around on the dial A Maria, minutes of what I'ma do Stick up, stick up I forgot my knife, she feelin' it dying What fuckin' we do? Toa toa It's bitchy of fools Toa toa, cute facelim, waist, bsia, nett, nett And your feelings border, you could head and net Right back, focus on that back I need a wreck Rack, wreck, wreck I'm smoking on that dope you on that wet, wet Peep me, fuck the up thinkin' I need them Bitches ain't shit I fuckin' I leave them Throw my lips and I ain't sellin' no heat up I'm on the road with a load of that reef Felt it through the rap so you know it's lit Though transparent day so see through Citigaw and Jack for a look Let me see you only get one life fuck nigga no redo BAM Riding in the motherfucking store No passengers here with me just a phone Bowin' bonsin' out the cut with the pole When I hit so I came inside got my mojo Like I'm my groove Niggas beat bumming boy, ain't so funny catchs out on shoot Bank throwin' bang throwin' around on the dyla Maria money so what I'ma do? Stick up, stick up I fuck off my nangs, she feelin' it dying What fuckin' we do? Toa toa It's bitchy of fools Toa toa, I just told my mama I got her So I gotta get it, can't be no flop or flop Toa, be go, breathe the top, I don't get it my way I'll be gay and I'm a pop, I'm popin' Plow my top, gotta give me some keybacks Get no air, party in, without the kick back Fook one night then you can get your beats back Perkin' with the leanin' and they what I'ma do Stab, fuck, fuck, that is strafcin' it's all low Strap the house with down right now I gotta go Stop, stop, stop Just tell me what it is to let me know If you ain't out just for me to hit the road Shake some, they say I'm rude You ain't got shit for me so tell me why the fuck am I talkin' to you What you sayin'? Ain't nothin' like bitchin' but fuckin' with pop cause I got the jewels You stop, you say you know what the business She gon' get the business, come hoppin' it's cool Come hoppin' it's cool Riding in the motherfuckin' stordos No passengers here with me just a foe Bowin' bonsin' out the clip with the pole goin' out here So I came here so I got my mojo Like I'm my groove Niggas be bummin' boy, ain't so funny, catch out on shoot Bank roll, bank roll, fuck around on the dial I'm a real money, so what I'ma do? Stick up, stick up, I fuck out my nights, you feelin' like That ain't what fuckin' we do It's bitchin' a fool