Uncut - Bodega Bamz, Lil Eto

I came to get your car like a repo

Dominican from the isle, nine-three

Fuck Donald Trump, get Donald Duck

Talk about money, try swimmin' in it

I’m talkin' 'bout bricks, try buildin' in it

I’m talkin' 'bout the streets, try filmin' in it

I’m talkin' 'bout the danger zone

Cut class, cut crack, tryna make it home

Before mami get there and flip out (woo)

You know that belt had me screamin' out

«Please mercy, mercy, please»

If you real, then you relatin' to me, ayo, V Don

Let that shit breathe

Ohla, Tanboys in this bitch

Yo, and if a nigga said I’m pussy, we ain’t ever meet (nah)

And if a nigga said I’m quiet, we ain’t ever speak (nah)

That gangsta tone (what else, nigga?)

The gangsta home, ayo

Shout out to Lil Eto, shout out to Sho Gotti

Shout out to Willie Hex, you know we still ridin'

(Woo, word)

Look, listen

I gave it to you real and uncut

Reveal the uncut coke, never stepped on

They tellin' me I’m slept on (yeah, ha ha)

They keep tellin' me I’m slept on

Wake up, wake up, wake up, nigga

It’s 7:30, get yo' cake up, nigga

I’m crazy, yeah

Look, look, yo

Diamonds and MAC-10s, tell a friend

Hollows, hollows, meet your very end

Yo, catchin' up to God quicker

I said, yo

Diamonds and MAC-10s, tell a friend

Hollows, hollows, meet yo' very end

Yo, catchin' up to God quicker

I said, catchin' up to God quicker

Mm, burgers with the fam, talkin' 'bout Little Italy

Sonned these niggas for so long, you can’t be kiddin' me (yo)

I ain’t number two, you can’t be shittin' me

I move heavy, dilly, dilly, dilly, D

One love to my New York niggas who pulled triggers

Still ride low and act figures

All vicious, pitbull we feed gunpowder

Tanboys, they all talk about us

Diamonds and MAC-10s, tell a friend

Hollows, hollows, meet your very end

Catchin' up to God quicker

I said, catchin' up to God quicker, ayo

Yeah, very, all this hard liquor, holy wine, bar mitzvahs (yeah)

God forgive us

Ain’t no feedin' or starvin' us (no), that’s a fed case (yeah)

And a headache (yeah), dead weight (pow)

Twenty-four though, Bodega is litty

I’m with a pink toe, la morena is with me (pretty, yeah)

And she’s a puerta for kitty

Cuttin' up, red top the city, button up, love

Shout out to Ohla (what up?)

What up Bonnie?

(what up?), Luka Brosi (yeah), yeah

Gotta have guts to stash (that's right)

Stuff the bag, it was up for grabs

Snakes in the winter, can’t cut the grass

When life tested you, you failed just to pass

That means he passes away

It ain’t nothin' like back in the days, structure’s bad

I’m known well down the way, up the ave

Long as the blow sell powder way, fuck the stash

Hotel holidays, sluts get smashed

Sippin' on cold Pel, proper haze, bumps and cash

A little money changin', what would six figures do?

I’ve come to disfigure you 'cause he missed principles

I hug the strip, hunnid licks, rub and hit pinnacles

Pump a fist, clutchin' grips, dump a clip into you (pow)

Let that shit breathe

Look, yo, yo

Diamonds and MAC-10s, tell a friend

Hollows, hollows, meet yo' very end

Yo, catchin' up to God quicker

I said (catchin' up to God quicker) yo

Diamonds and MAC-10s, tell a friend

Hollows, hollows, meet your very end

Yo, catchin' up to God quicker

I said, catchin' up to God quicker