Billy Bats - Bodega Bamz, V Don

Shoot 'em up, never ask questions, leave 'em dead

Shoot 'em up, never ask questions, leave 'em dead

Shoot 'em up, never ask questions, leave 'em dead

Shoot 'em up, never ask questions, leave 'em dead

Shoot, mobbed up, under influence in that coupe

Got the cold killers with the smile, wearing suits

Automatics, wipe the bullets down, leave no proof

Got the drop on these niggas now so we shoot

Shoot 'em up, never ask questions, leave 'em dead

Shoot 'em up, never ask questions, leave 'em dead

Shoot 'em up, never ask questions, leave 'em dead

Shoot 'em up, never ask questions, leave 'em dead

I hope you got a extra mic and a fuego proof booth

‘Cause you know, I’m known to melt a wire or two

I got the mac all black but the riot won’t do

I got the hrrrat killing rats, get your firin' crew

You need a fire engineer when I lay this blaze

I fired engineers when Ohla became

Hit the bodega, dark liquor, lines of blow

Hoes with the big nose sucking me slow

Fuck that, don’t hold me back

I sleep in the trap, y’all cats told Bamz to rap

I’d rather, take my chances hitting the block

I had to, take those glances running from cops, for real

If you a boss, don’t say it

‘Cause a real boss got the alphabet boys waitin'

We ain’t playin' with ya

Most high, roll up with the holy scriptures

I want a mansion like a museum to hang my pictures

You hear the whispers?

Tanboys did this

Some got the permanent ink, some got stickers

Die for some money, never die for some bitches

All of us come from the streets, my niggas

Shoot, mobbed up, under influence in that coupe

Got the cold killers with the smile, wearing suits

Automatics, wipe the bullets down, leave no proof

Got the drop on these niggas now so we shoot

Your man won’t shoot

Your goons won’t shoot

Your crew won’t shoot

Your bitch won’t shoot

Your moms won’t shoot

Your pops won’t shoot

Your step-father's baby mother brother won’t shoot

What it do?

Never scared, who are you?

Smell pussy in the room, bitch niggas perfume

Pulling cars like «what?»

Got a bitch like «what?»

She can ride, she can smoke, she can suck like «what?»

Cuban cigars at the bar, I’m like Castro

Know who we are, I’m not a star, I’m an asshole

Cash flow task force, comin' in

Lawyer money straight, make bill when the sun come in

Shoot 'em up, never ask questions, leave 'em dead

Shoot 'em up, never ask questions, leave 'em dead

Shoot 'em up, never ask questions, leave 'em dead

Shoot 'em up, never ask questions, leave 'em dead

Shoot, mobbed up, under influence in that coupe

Got the cold killers with the smile, wearing suits

Automatics, wipe the bullets down, leave no proof

Got the drop on these niggas now so we shoot

Shoot 'em up, never ask questions, leave 'em dead

Shoot 'em up, never ask questions, leave 'em dead

Shoot 'em up, never ask questions, leave 'em dead

Shoot 'em up, never ask questions, leave 'em dead