Bamaz K

[Chorus: Nunnie Da III]
I just felt like I had to make a couple things clear, ‘cause everybody on my dick
Nobody took nun’ from me, it’s a difference but fuck it, now I gotta make it lit
Fuck Lil Dee he was on the floor, shakin’ and throwin’ a fit
Novak got the 40 and I got the fifth
We tryna put Durkio up in a spliff

[Verse 1: Nunnie Da III]
Fuck all the subs, fuck all the arguin’
Fuck all the talkin’, let’s play ball
We got new teams we ready for war
Rich got shot for openin’ his door
We smokin’ Darnell, got sent to the lord
Keem punched Lil Rah in his jaw
Nigga on the bench he never on court
Always on our dick niggas gotta be bored
Shit is sad, niggas came over here and did bad
It’s okay ‘cause now we gon’ get on they ass
All that friendship shit in the past
If I catch a Bama nigga I’ma blast
On bro, them niggas be movin’ scary when they throw
Buggout got slapped wit’ a croc he a joke
And CBC Jay better get him a pole
‘Cause we not wit’ the games, like
None of them niggas got aim
If I run into Banga then he better bang
It’s up and it’s stuck and it’s never gon’ change, like
Fuck Lil Dee he a strain
And nobody never did shit to my gang
SySy butt, he don’t put in pain
Don’t listen to him he never did a thing

[Chorus]
I just felt like I had to make a couple things clear, ‘cause everybody on my dick
Nobody took nun’ from me, it’s a difference but fuck it, now I gotta make it lit
Fuck Lil Dee he was on the floor, shakin’ and throwin’ a fit
Novak got the 40 and I got the fifth
We tryna put Durkio up in a spliff

[Verse 2: Kay Glizz]
These niggas tryna troll us, let’s go
If I catch Lil Sy he goin’ in a tomb
Why you tell a victim you took a knockers from my mans?
On promos you won’t even throw
Nigga we on that Blake block, four poles
I got Nunnie wit’ me tryna snatch a soul
Niggas takin’ orders from they lil bros
Could never, everyone wit’ me on go, like grrah
Look, smokin’ Lil Dee I heard he threw a tantrum
Niggas done started some shit over nothin’
98K we don’t fuck wit’ the Bamaz
I put my energy into this gun
Novak throwin’ finna push a [?] back
Rich got shot and almost was a blunt
They tryna ask me how all of this start
Whole time we was linked up wit’ some crumbs
Niggas switchin’ for weapons
I guess niggas gotta learn they lesson
Backdoor open, this a different season
Got Savage wit’ me we tryna take a necklace
We give the belt to the opps we be steppin’
All they bitches me and my niggas sexin’
Catch him outta bounds we gotta stretch him
And send three, keep a knocker to protect him