KA$HDAMI - BOA lyrics
Kashdami [David Wallace III] King George County, Virginia/Las Vegas, Nevada, U.S. 🇺🇸
[KA$HDAMI - BOA lyrics]
(Percaholics)
Beep
Fah, fah, fah (TMK)
I just hit a juug, dip off on the freeway
I don't give a fuck about he say, she say (On God)
Made two or three K off a fake check, BOA
I pick up the gas and then I go relay (On God)
The whole gang eat the cake
Glock change his life like he won the sweepstake
How you said that you woke and don't know about deep state?
I keep a mop, I cannot leave no trace
If he see the stick, what the fuck he gon' say?
Shoot 'bout my shawty, it ain't no debate
I feel like I'm Ronny, don't care 'bout my game
Boy, fuck my opps, y'all niggas too lame
The gang fuck your thot, yeah, we might run a train
Red dot on my Glock, it assists with the aim
Brand new F&N, it's gon' bring you some pain
These niggas be mad 'cause they bitch follow me
I'm in the trap, bitch, I got this Glock on me
My gang got some shots just like paparazzi
My girl wanna six-nine, I ain't talking Tekashi
If he say that it's beef, we can meet in the lobby
Running pyramid schemes, no Illuminati
Paid a band for these jeans, so your bitch wanna slop me (Gang, gang)
I just hit a juug, dip off on the freeway
I don't give a fuck about he say, she say
Made two or three K off a fake check, BOA
Made two or three K off a fake check, BOA
Made two or three K off a fake check, BOA
Beep
Fah, fah, fah (TMK)
I just hit a juug, dip off on the freeway
I don't give a fuck about he say, she say (On God)
Made two or three K off a fake check, BOA
I pick up the gas and then I go relay (On God)
The whole gang eat the cake
Glock change his life like he won the sweepstake
How you said that you woke and don't know about deep state?
I keep a mop, I cannot leave no trace
If he see the stick, what the fuck he gon' say?
Shoot 'bout my shawty, it ain't no debate
I feel like I'm Ronny, don't care 'bout my game
Boy, fuck my opps, y'all niggas too lame
The gang fuck your thot, yeah, we might run a train
Red dot on my Glock, it assists with the aim
Brand new F&N, it's gon' bring you some pain
These niggas be mad 'cause they bitch follow me
I'm in the trap, bitch, I got this Glock on me
My gang got some shots just like paparazzi
My girl wanna six-nine, I ain't talking Tekashi
If he say that it's beef, we can meet in the lobby
Running pyramid schemes, no Illuminati
Paid a band for these jeans, so your bitch wanna slop me (Gang, gang)
I just hit a juug, dip off on the freeway
I don't give a fuck about he say, she say
Made two or three K off a fake check, BOA
Made two or three K off a fake check, BOA
Made two or three K off a fake check, BOA