​bambi bts

[Verse]
I been doing hard strokes, way too many, I'm still standing
Got way too many baby mamas, you can call me Bambi Cannon
Got my money on my Mastercard, why's my shit not scanning?
Fucked around a little bit, but wish I made a track with Shannon
Back in high school she loved Blood On The Dance Floor
If you not trying to fuck, then what'd you wear them pants for?
I been counting hundreds, bitch, now my fucking hands sore
Titties on Discord, like why you such a cam whore?
Hundred in my Louis bag, copped a wallet just to match it
If I'm in your hood, tuck your chain, bitch, I'll fucking snatch it
Stuck my finger into your bitch, you would think it's fucking magic
Bambi Johnson never miss, 'cause my form is automatic
Did you really catch a body? Bruh, I saw no witnesses
You can catch me at the party, posted where them bitches is
Talk shit to my pocket, bruh, I got hella Benjamins
And if you need some thirties, yeah, I got more blues than Michigan
Shit is fucked up, moved back in, but now I run my town
Million dollar house, ten percent, I put a hundred down
I think it's a circus, 'cause all I see is fucking clowns
In the ring versus Tyson, think I'd last about like forty rounds
My Patek so big, yeah, my watch look like a clock
Bitch ain't got a car, so I told her ass to walk
I'm always sniffing coke, yeah, it's kind of hard to stop
She said hit it from the back, but I only want the top
I be stacking checks, bruh, I be counting guap
I really like your mouth, but I hate it when you talk
I might shoot you in your head and trace your body with the chalk
Call me Bambi BTS, 'cause I make the k pop
I feel like The Rock, bitch, my life is a movie
Bro, you got no balls, like you won't even shoot me
Bro, your girl's a slut, yeah, just another groupie
Saying all that shit to me, like, "Boy, can you abuse me?"
No matter what you cooking up, you better scrape the pot
Caught her looking at my bank account and she said, "That's a lot"
When I pull up to your spot and make it hot like a fucking oven
Glock and a mag, two sticks, yeah, come fucking drumming
I really hate sluts and I really hate these thots
Last bitch to hit me up, I told her kick rocks
I played high school lacrosse, so I wear tall Nike socks
And if your girl can fight, then I got to see her box
I might shoot you through the door, bitch, I dare your ass to knock
Lost my partner on the meds, 'cause I thought it was a lock
I think you got a problem, bitch, we still drink CÎROC
You can call me Bambi Uzi, bro, 'cause I just want to rock