Burna Bandz, Why S - Diddy lyrics
[Burna Bandz, Why S - Diddy lyrics]
Cronem? Cronem?
It's Why S too sick back in the
Place man you know how we rocking nigga
(grtt)
Headshot man down
Make that nigga bop like Diddy
Had to check my PO
Every gun on the block came with me
100 from 0 yea my demons shoot real quickly
Had to cop new swag
Now my Burberry coat don't fit me
Brand-new Glock ten, Shooters gone walk in
Lil bro no custodian he get to moppin'
Yeezys and off white I just be saucin'
Trap got to clock in whole gang be bossin'
She my lil darling suck me till the mornin'
Keep the hammer like arm and
Get bread they starvin'
My shooters on point think
Yours need to sharpen
Way to much drip I might give you a carton
Turn up wit my squad turn up till the mornin'
Pookie had to cut because the bucktes callin'
Can't move fast but there ain't no stallin'
Shorty shaking her ass because
WhyS is ballin'
I was locked in the box ain't nobody callin'
Now she said it's love that
She think she fallin'
If I never had this chain
Would you still be fallin'
Put my daughter on the phone so
I can hear her talkin'
I ain't talking swag when I'm going shoppin'
But the Balmains tag showed you I am poppin'
And I'm not one to brag
I would rather shot him
Straight out the woods gang like Compton
Aye, dripping in sauce
Charge to the streets so I don't take a loss
Aye, I feel like a boss
31 shots in my 'bid, Terrance Ross
My bitch get the addy my youngins on kotch
Even on range we still run at the opps
'Member them days we was sharing a thot
Ride for my bro's because that's
All that I got
I'm with Burna Bandz and we still at the pot
Skurt from the trap in a drop
I feel like wass with a opp
I feel like wass with a opp
Headshot man down
Make that nigga bop like Diddy
Had to check my PO
Every gun on the block came with me
100 from 0 yea my demons shoot real quickly
Had to cop new swag
Now my Burberry coat don't fit me
Brand-new Glock ten, Shooters gone walk in
Lil bro no custodian he get to moppin'
Yeezys and off white I just be saucin'
Trap got to clock in whole gang be bossin'
She my lil darling suck me till the mornin'
Keep the hammer like arm and
Get bread they starvin'
My shooters on point think
Yours need to sharpen
Way to much drip I might give you a carton
Bitch I'm still wassin'
Leave a whole in your head
Like free willy the dolphin
That's your shooter he need to sharpen
In the trap see doves when you walk in
Big Glock 10 milly
Got it raw re-rock it finesse baby
Need a bag so I gotta get a check daily
I can throw the pack at you like Tom Brady
Got a play on the zap for a few birdies
'Bout to wrap the plug up like a food basket
Shoot a nigga man I gotta get a new ratchet
Old bitch boring gotta get a new bad bitch
Walk up on blast I don't care who has it
Blick on me while I'm
Roundin' round in traffic
Got bad bitches doin' dick in the mansion
Her man calling she in
Gangland she ain't answerin'
And we pull up make a movie, Blue ray
Two choppers in the cut, 2K
Everybody round me pressin', who ain't?
Walk into my trap, food bank
Can't survive da 45 you ain't like Luke Cage
Buss his head he need a aspirin
I heard his glizzy for fashion
Niggas ain't with it they cappin'
Headshot man down
Make that nigga bop like Diddy
Had to check my PO
Every gun on the block came with me
100 from 0 yea my demons shoot real quickly
Had to cop new swag
Now my Burberry coat don't fit me
Brand-new Glock ten, Shooters gone walk in
Lil bro no custodian he get to moppin'
Yeezys and off white I just be saucin'
Trap got to clock in whole gang be bossin'
She my lil darling suck me till the mornin'
Keep the hammer like arm and
Get bread they starvin'
My shooters on point think
Yours need to sharpen
Way to much drip I might give you a carton
(Smokescreen) yeah, that's yellow tape
It's Why S too sick back in the
Place man you know how we rocking nigga
(grtt)
Headshot man down
Make that nigga bop like Diddy
Had to check my PO
Every gun on the block came with me
100 from 0 yea my demons shoot real quickly
Had to cop new swag
Now my Burberry coat don't fit me
Brand-new Glock ten, Shooters gone walk in
Lil bro no custodian he get to moppin'
Yeezys and off white I just be saucin'
Trap got to clock in whole gang be bossin'
She my lil darling suck me till the mornin'
Keep the hammer like arm and
Get bread they starvin'
My shooters on point think
Yours need to sharpen
Way to much drip I might give you a carton
Turn up wit my squad turn up till the mornin'
Pookie had to cut because the bucktes callin'
Can't move fast but there ain't no stallin'
Shorty shaking her ass because
WhyS is ballin'
I was locked in the box ain't nobody callin'
Now she said it's love that
She think she fallin'
If I never had this chain
Would you still be fallin'
Put my daughter on the phone so
I can hear her talkin'
I ain't talking swag when I'm going shoppin'
But the Balmains tag showed you I am poppin'
And I'm not one to brag
I would rather shot him
Straight out the woods gang like Compton
Aye, dripping in sauce
Charge to the streets so I don't take a loss
Aye, I feel like a boss
31 shots in my 'bid, Terrance Ross
My bitch get the addy my youngins on kotch
Even on range we still run at the opps
'Member them days we was sharing a thot
Ride for my bro's because that's
All that I got
I'm with Burna Bandz and we still at the pot
Skurt from the trap in a drop
I feel like wass with a opp
I feel like wass with a opp
Headshot man down
Make that nigga bop like Diddy
Had to check my PO
Every gun on the block came with me
100 from 0 yea my demons shoot real quickly
Had to cop new swag
Now my Burberry coat don't fit me
Brand-new Glock ten, Shooters gone walk in
Lil bro no custodian he get to moppin'
Yeezys and off white I just be saucin'
Trap got to clock in whole gang be bossin'
She my lil darling suck me till the mornin'
Keep the hammer like arm and
Get bread they starvin'
My shooters on point think
Yours need to sharpen
Way to much drip I might give you a carton
Bitch I'm still wassin'
Leave a whole in your head
Like free willy the dolphin
That's your shooter he need to sharpen
In the trap see doves when you walk in
Big Glock 10 milly
Got it raw re-rock it finesse baby
Need a bag so I gotta get a check daily
I can throw the pack at you like Tom Brady
Got a play on the zap for a few birdies
'Bout to wrap the plug up like a food basket
Shoot a nigga man I gotta get a new ratchet
Old bitch boring gotta get a new bad bitch
Walk up on blast I don't care who has it
Blick on me while I'm
Roundin' round in traffic
Got bad bitches doin' dick in the mansion
Her man calling she in
Gangland she ain't answerin'
And we pull up make a movie, Blue ray
Two choppers in the cut, 2K
Everybody round me pressin', who ain't?
Walk into my trap, food bank
Can't survive da 45 you ain't like Luke Cage
Buss his head he need a aspirin
I heard his glizzy for fashion
Niggas ain't with it they cappin'
Headshot man down
Make that nigga bop like Diddy
Had to check my PO
Every gun on the block came with me
100 from 0 yea my demons shoot real quickly
Had to cop new swag
Now my Burberry coat don't fit me
Brand-new Glock ten, Shooters gone walk in
Lil bro no custodian he get to moppin'
Yeezys and off white I just be saucin'
Trap got to clock in whole gang be bossin'
She my lil darling suck me till the mornin'
Keep the hammer like arm and
Get bread they starvin'
My shooters on point think
Yours need to sharpen
Way to much drip I might give you a carton
(Smokescreen) yeah, that's yellow tape