Bam Did The Intro

Lyrics

[Intro] (If you ain't got a beat from Bam, you don't drop enough) Good lookin', Bam Iced Up Records (KrispyLife, nigga) (It's with a K, dumbass) [Verse] Niggas 'round this bitch trippin', actin' girly as fuck I don't even smoke weed, my bitch naked, she pearlin' a blunt I'm on my fifth song in two hours, I'm burnin' it up I'm in the club with all these guns around me, I'm tougher than tough First plug I ever spoke to, he was Lebanese He barely speak English, he only spoke Lebanese Mama used God name in vain, why? She seen how much I spent on jeans Sendin' death threats, I text back like, "Boy, I'll kill you" Leavе one of these pussiеs bleedin', yeah, they on they menstrual Tell your bitch lick my balls and tell me cough like I'm at a physical You ain't even mean to shoot my nigga, that was accidental Bam on the beat? Yeah, this bitch a classic Throw the pussy in a circle, baby, let me smash it You a ho, that pussy blew out, so I'ma pack it I only fuck pussy that's snug like my jacket I like shrimp, I like steak, I like salads Doin' the A-Town Stomp on dog face, I like dancin' My first million, I'ma get Gabe tatted You a pussy, you like doin' videos, won't shoot an actress Two pockets got lettuce, the other two got some cabbage I got two hoes, one titties fake, other ass the fattest My back got a V on it 'cause the front say "bad habits" I heard what happened to your mans, tell him drive faster I'm out in Beecher with chicken on me, this a classic 'Bows on me, tell 'em meet me on Pulaski I got a bitch on Philadelphia and she get nasty Writin' raps, gettin my dick sucked, while I'm playin' Madden The raps ain't free, please, nah, the— The verses ain't free, so please do not ask me I do not sell drugs, so please don't ask me I got a fiend from the Eastside, go by the name of Ashley I just said I don't sell drugs, what the fuck am I doin'? Slid four times this week, now I got the opps movin' It's melatonin in this K bullets, it got the opps snoozin' It left an opp snoozin' Paid 1017, but I am not with Gucci If you wanna fuck with KrispyLife, you gotta come off coochie 17, I was baggin' up eighthies while bumpin' Juicy 18 when I bought my first pair of fat-ass Guccis Opps did slide one time, now I'm 'bout to lose it You upped your strap, everybody backed back, and you ain't even shoot it That was so damn goofy First play I ever made was on the North, I was on Dewey Clean Up my lil' brother, he'll really shoot you I don't wanna know your favorite movie, do you like prostitution? I'll really fuck your brother up, baby, fuck you bein' a groupie He better not walk in one more time while I'm hittin' this coochie Bam on the beat, can't you tell this bitch smack enough? Damn Call of Duty guns, I'm shootin' this bitch, it got a Pack-a-Punch Every time I slide on an opp, I gotta pack a lunch Gun big as hell, just to shoot, I gotta stand up, nah Gun big as hell, when I shoot, I gotta stand it up I don't pray for my safety, I just pray a fan don't get punched I'll rob a cameraman if he don't shoot for us If we in the middle of a video— ah If we in the middle of a videoshoot, you better shoot for us Dog died at the Coney Island, and all he did was clutch I popped the top on this pussy like a Faygo or Crush [Outro] Alright, yeah, Bam, I'm done with this, alright, hmm Yeah, I tried to— alright Fuck KrispyLife, bitch IUR Records, nigga Iced Up shit, dumb-ass boy I can't be fucked with You thought 2020 was somethin', wait 'til 2021, I swear to God Alright, I ain't even gon', alright, alright Just, alright, alright, fuck it Just, I'ma let y'all listen to the rest of this shit Yeah