Iscream

Lyrics

[Pre-Chorus] You don't bet against Bamz, shit I'm the best, hands down, never had a hand out You don't bet against Bamz I'm a all-in type of player, uh, yeah I might be in the wrong era I might be in the wrong era, so I told you, man, I told you Looky here hear what I gotta deal with Make the type of music that you deal with Every drug dealer need a soundtrack, uh I'm not a big fan of the new wave, uh I just wanna get paid, uh [Chorus] Everybody lyin' nowadays, that's the truth Pop a few pills then they ready for the booth Sweet like vanilla, they ain't ready for the scoop (whoa) Did the four door, now I'm ready for the coupe, ooh [?] [Verse 1] Colder than a igloo Your mom should've swallowed you, left you in the NICU You stupid fuck You ain't thinkin' clear, Crystal (yeah) Same niggas with you, they won't even miss you Uh, that's a fun fact, Snapple Preyin' on my enemies, meet me in the chapel (yeah, woop) Up and down Spanish Harlem when I used to battle niggas (get 'em, Nate) Now I'm makin' movies, shorty playin' with my action figure Kawasaki ninja met the lime green Balenciagas, uh Independent major money We don't own shit, why you savin' money? First you fall in love, now you hatin' money? What's up, money? (money!) [Pre-Chorus] You don't bet against Bamz, shit I'm the best, hands down, never had a hand out You don't bet against Bamz I'm a all-in type of player, aw, yeah I might be in the wrong era I might be in the wrong era, so, what Looky here what I gotta deal with Make the type of music that you deal with Every drug dealer need a soundtrack, uh I'm not a big fan of the new wave, uh I just wanna get paid, uh [Chorus] Everybody lyin' nowadays, that's the truth Pop a few pills then they ready for the booth Sweet like vanilla, they ain't ready for the scoop Did the four door, now I'm ready for the coupe, ooh You stupid fuck I told you, man, I told you, don't fuck with me I told you, don't fuckin'— You stupid fuck [Verse 2] Doors up like a wrist cut If I sign the deal, man, they better bring the Brinks truck I've done the unthinkable So you gotta give me double any number that you think of Got the East on fire Lookin' for a fix and you wanna get higher I'm the man, the provider I'm the one that supply ya suppliers, ooh Ten thou' for the china I don't do takeout unless I got a rival I don't pay mind to Broke people all got tunnel vision, never use the side view, ooh If it's trouble that you lookin' for then bring it on, ooh If you pullin' out the hammer then you let it off, ooh I ain't dissin', goin' back and forth with rappers Makin' songs that don't make money, ooh Don't be fake money, ooh [Pre-Chorus] You don't bet against Bamz, shit (get 'em, Nate) I'm the best, hands down, never had a hand out (yeah) You don't bet against Bamz (right) I'm a all-in type of player, aw, yeah I might be in the wrong era I might be in the wrong era, so (ha ha, yeah, Nate) Looky here what I gotta deal with (talk yo' shit) Make the type of music that you deal with (woop) Every drug dealer need a soundtrack, ooh I'm not a big fan of the new wave, ooh I just wanna get paid, ooh (ooh) [Chorus] Everybody lyin' nowadays, that's the truth (right) Pop a few pills then they ready for the booth (okay) Sweet like vanilla, they ain't ready for the scoop (scoop) Did the four door, now I'm ready for the coupe, ooh (ooh) [Outro: Ohla] That was fire (that was fire, bro) Yo (that's fire, bro), my nigga talkin' his shit I got no words for this shit, papi chu, yeah And my chain swang, nigga, ya heard me?