A$AP ANT, Bodega Bamz - Told Ya lyrics
[A$AP ANT, Bodega Bamz - Told Ya lyrics]
"You fools don't know when I roll up on
You I will have to spray ya
This goes out to the mothafuckas
Who die jealous playa haters"
This Newport gon' kill me, man
My bitch love, she love me, gangsta papi
From the East
And I got that coke for sale, dirt cheap
Talk to me
I'm thankful for my connect, sidewalk exec
OG respect
Dead Prez rollie, cuban link hang on my neck
Lex coupe, '99, big trouble, 45
Shoot 'em, shoot 'em, shoot 'em
Came here to remove 'em
Give me black and blue diamonds in my watch
How I bruise 'em
No kidding, Clearblue 'em, day after
Pill then lose 'em, i got one
I wanna pop tags for ten years straight
I'm getting there you been afraid
I been prepared since I was ten years
Old, I'm a young god, that's word to Ohla
Told that bitch to suck my
I thought I told her?
Huh, huh, huh? I thought I told ya?
Huh, huh, huh? I thought I told ya?
Huh, huh, huh? I thought I told ya?
Huh, huh, huh? I thought I told ya?
Riding real slow, getting this dough
Sipping and tipping and drinking real slow
Blowing out O's, gun on my side
Gun in my ride, getting that chrome
Hitting and splitting and cracking your dome
Niggas be sick, pulling they bitch
Having their hoes, suck on my dick
Lord Infamous shit, shout out to Three 6
Switching my flow like I'm switching my hoes
(Pass the purp man)
(Don't try and talk smoke) Niggas talk crazy
We taking they dough
Big long 44 with the nose
Left 'em slump in the driver seat
Fuck the Benz, just a Grand
Marquis, loot in the backseat
Menace to society
Trap in a house, fuck cops can't
Find me, over the stove, still mixing
Selling big weight, no
Pitching, cooking, sitting, flipping
Ink for the trapping, trap for a million
Aim for the sky got no time for ceiling
Nigga (A$AP Ant in this mothafucka)
You I will have to spray ya
This goes out to the mothafuckas
Who die jealous playa haters"
This Newport gon' kill me, man
My bitch love, she love me, gangsta papi
From the East
And I got that coke for sale, dirt cheap
Talk to me
I'm thankful for my connect, sidewalk exec
OG respect
Dead Prez rollie, cuban link hang on my neck
Lex coupe, '99, big trouble, 45
Shoot 'em, shoot 'em, shoot 'em
Came here to remove 'em
Give me black and blue diamonds in my watch
How I bruise 'em
No kidding, Clearblue 'em, day after
Pill then lose 'em, i got one
I wanna pop tags for ten years straight
I'm getting there you been afraid
I been prepared since I was ten years
Old, I'm a young god, that's word to Ohla
Told that bitch to suck my
I thought I told her?
Huh, huh, huh? I thought I told ya?
Huh, huh, huh? I thought I told ya?
Huh, huh, huh? I thought I told ya?
Huh, huh, huh? I thought I told ya?
Riding real slow, getting this dough
Sipping and tipping and drinking real slow
Blowing out O's, gun on my side
Gun in my ride, getting that chrome
Hitting and splitting and cracking your dome
Niggas be sick, pulling they bitch
Having their hoes, suck on my dick
Lord Infamous shit, shout out to Three 6
Switching my flow like I'm switching my hoes
(Pass the purp man)
(Don't try and talk smoke) Niggas talk crazy
We taking they dough
Big long 44 with the nose
Left 'em slump in the driver seat
Fuck the Benz, just a Grand
Marquis, loot in the backseat
Menace to society
Trap in a house, fuck cops can't
Find me, over the stove, still mixing
Selling big weight, no
Pitching, cooking, sitting, flipping
Ink for the trapping, trap for a million
Aim for the sky got no time for ceiling
Nigga (A$AP Ant in this mothafucka)