Down These Mean Streets - Bodega Bamz, V Don

I done did everything in New York but fuck Vashtie

Kilo, keep it low key, I ain’t flashy

We lock jaws over here, I ain’t Lassie

White girl mine, make her V look nasty

Potato on the Glock, you tryin' to be big like gravy

My bullets will mash thee

Tax free running from the law

Listen dog, got a lot in and outta different cars

Hot plates on 'em, never safe on 'em

Johnny Cage autograph with my face on 'em

Bamz dead chief, I don’t change on 'em

I snipe hoes for a on 'em

Fucking right, hell yeah, I’m fuckin' right

Give her crack, get 'em out, for this fuckin' pipe

, Ohla gave me the speech

God gave me arms with the cookie jar reach

Nigga

Okay, ya tu sabes, esto es pa la Bodega (Pa la bodega)

Si, todos los dias yo le pido al Seño

Que me da fuerza en la calle, envidioso

Pero tu sabes como yo ando, con mi chaleco y mi .45 empuntado

Cualquier mamabicho quiere tirarse, tirate, que yo estoy ready (The price is

right) y me estoy tirando pa la 24 so’ora cabron!

Dame!