Where Ya Horns At - Bodega Bamz

Just a thug, baby

I’m just a thug, baby

They force my hand though, Ohla

Tryna be real cool and all that

What you expect though, pa?

If I ain’t the best motherfucker then you call him out to me, man

I done came up in this motherfucker

Yo, yo, Tanboys, Papi

Yeah, you came up, where my horns at?

Yeah, you came up, where my horns at?

Yeah, you came up, where my horns at?

Yeah, you came up, where my horns at?

Yeah, you came up, where my horns at?

Yeah, you came up, where my horns at?

Yeah, you came up, where my horns at?

Yeah, you came up, where my horns at?

Yeah, you came up, where my horns at?

Yeah, you came up, where my horns at?

Yeah, you came up, where my horns at?

Yeah, you came up, where my horns at?

Yeah, you came up, where my horns at?

Yeah, you came up, where my horns at?

Yeah, you came up, where my horns at?

Yeah, you came up, where my horns at?

Deal in the middle of

Connect name Sesa, just bring extra

I don’t fuck with ya, I just might hit ya

You might get zipped up, your soul get lift up

I used to chill on the block with O and

I still do but now it’s in a blue convertible seis

Cash rules everything, must go in a safe

Pedal to the floor just in case we go in a chase

You never had weight, you never had a spot

Low from the cops, fiends coming every damn day

You ain’t got killas, you ain’t never bought cocaine

On your pinky finger, tell me how it taste

I really backed up, I really carry guns

Two machetes on my wall, cut it out, son

I ain’t never scared, I ain’t never run

Ask who the fuck used to bring the guns

.38 special, Mossberg in the trunk

Look me in my eyes, motherfucker play dumb

You a bitch nigga, call 9−11

We ain’t dogs, raise Hell just to go to Heaven

You tryna pluck who?

I ain’t got feathers

I bring the whole East Harlem right to Parkchester

Papi bad news, they wanna regroup

You ain’t a boss, shoes

You got a driver now, real comfortable

Real fucking cool, nigga, real fucking cool

I made my own wave, I got my own hood

I wish you would, man, I wish a motherfucker would

Tell your driver that I said, «Chill out»

‘Cause we all know what he’s all about

You tryna make a, well he ain’t the route

You wanna copy so much, put these in your mouth

Make it cinematic with these automatics

Make it cinematic with these automatics

Make it cinematic with these automatics

Make it cinematic with these automatics

They don’t rep the city, they don’t go hard

They don’t rep the city, they don’t go hard

They don’t rep the city, they don’t go hard

Nobody, n-n-nobody fuck wit' y’all

I ain’t never suck dick, my nigga

I played my position and my role to the fullest

And that’s why I’m the motherfucking best

(Yo, these niggas is soft!)

If I’m lying, tell me

(Yo, these niggas is soft!)

I’m as humble as pie, but you motherfuckers reaching, baby

(These niggas is soft, man!)

I never swag another man

This Tanboy shit is all fuckin' real

(Everything you hear, I live!)

I’m lying?!

(I made these niggas, Ohla)

Tell me I’m lying, baby, ha ha, ha ha

(These niggas is soft!)

(Tanboys, Tanboys, Tanboys, Tanboys)

(East side, nigga, Tanboys)

(U-God, what up?, what up?)

(East side, what up? East side, what up?)

Yeah, you came up, where my horns at?

Yeah, you came up, where my horns at?

Yeah, you came up, where my horns at?

Yeah, you came up, where my horns at?

Yeah, you came up, where my horns at?

Yeah, you came up, where my horns at?

Yeah, you came up, where my horns at?

Yeah, you came up, where my horns at?