Bam Did The Intro

[Intro]
(If you ain't got a beat from Bam, you don't drop enough)
Good lookin', Bam
Iced Up Records (KrispyLife, nigga)
(It's with a K, dumbass)

[Verse]
Niggas 'round this bitch trippin', actin' girly as fuck
I don't even smoke weed, my bitch naked, she pearlin' a blunt
I'm on my fifth song in two hours, I'm burnin' it up
I'm in the club with all these guns around me, I'm tougher than tough
First plug I ever spoke to, he was Lebanese
He barely speak English, he only spoke Lebanese
Mama used God name in vain, why?
She seen how much I spent on jeans
Sendin' death threats, I text back like, "Boy, I'll kill you"
Leavе one of these pussiеs bleedin', yeah, they on they menstrual
Tell your bitch lick my balls and tell me cough like I'm at a physical
You ain't even mean to shoot my nigga, that was accidental
Bam on the beat? Yeah, this bitch a classic
Throw the pussy in a circle, baby, let me smash it
You a ho, that pussy blew out, so I'ma pack it
I only fuck pussy that's snug like my jacket
I like shrimp, I like steak, I like salads
Doin' the A-Town Stomp on dog face, I like dancin'
My first million, I'ma get Gabe tatted
You a pussy, you like doin' videos, won't shoot an actress
Two pockets got lettuce, the other two got some cabbage
I got two hoes, one titties fake, other ass the fattest
My back got a V on it 'cause the front say "bad habits"
I heard what happened to your mans, tell him drive faster
I'm out in Beecher with chicken on me, this a classic
'Bows on me, tell 'em meet me on Pulaski
I got a bitch on Philadelphia and she get nasty
Writin' raps, gettin my dick sucked, while I'm playin' Madden
The raps ain't free, please, nah, the—
The verses ain't free, so please do not ask me
I do not sell drugs, so please don't ask me
I got a fiend from the Eastside, go by the name of Ashley
I just said I don't sell drugs, what the fuck am I doin'?
Slid four times this week, now I got the opps movin'
It's melatonin in this K bullets, it got the opps snoozin'
It left an opp snoozin'
Paid 1017, but I am not with Gucci
If you wanna fuck with KrispyLife, you gotta come off coochie
17, I was baggin' up eighthies while bumpin' Juicy
18 when I bought my first pair of fat-ass Guccis
Opps did slide one time, now I'm 'bout to lose it
You upped your strap, everybody backed back, and you ain't even shoot it
That was so damn goofy
First play I ever made was on the North, I was on Dewey
Clean Up my lil' brother, he'll really shoot you
I don't wanna know your favorite movie, do you like prostitution?
I'll really fuck your brother up, baby, fuck you bein' a groupie
He better not walk in one more time while I'm hittin' this coochie
Bam on the beat, can't you tell this bitch smack enough?
Damn
Call of Duty guns, I'm shootin' this bitch, it got a Pack-a-Punch
Every time I slide on an opp, I gotta pack a lunch
Gun big as hell, just to shoot, I gotta stand up, nah
Gun big as hell, when I shoot, I gotta stand it up
I don't pray for my safety, I just pray a fan don't get punched
I'll rob a cameraman if he don't shoot for us
If we in the middle of a video— ah
If we in the middle of a videoshoot, you better shoot for us
Dog died at the Coney Island, and all he did was clutch
I popped the top on this pussy like a Faygo or Crush

[Outro]
Alright, yeah, Bam, I'm done with this, alright, hmm
Yeah, I tried to— alright
Fuck
KrispyLife, bitch
IUR Records, nigga
Iced Up shit, dumb-ass boy
I can't be fucked with
You thought 2020 was somethin', wait 'til 2021, I swear to God
Alright, I ain't even gon', alright, alright
Just, alright, alright, fuck it
Just, I'ma let y'all listen to the rest of this shit
Yeah