BUAKAW lyrics

[Intro: ZillaKami]
Yung Germ
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What? (Okay)

[Chorus: ZillaKami]
Run like the b*tch you are
You the type to always need a gun, like the b*tch you are
You the type to be my f*ckin' son, like the b*tch you are
n*ggas actin' hard but never swung, like the b*tch you are
You are just a b*tch, you are (Okay)

[Verse 1: ZillaKami]
I created your whole life, you better call me papa (Okay)
Too bad you be gettin' sneakers off of Alibaba (Wassup?)
I be in your b*tch's room doin' the helicopter (Huh?)
I don't understand you, I'm hearin' radda-radda (Haha)
Ayy, I'm the clean up kid, now tell me where the messes is (Okay)
And when I arrive, I'm arriving violent (Okay)
Got the five percent tints on the JDM (What?)
Right-hand drive on the whip, you'll get strangled in
Makin' blood chokes (Hey), like a noose rope (Hey)
Throwin' elbows (What?), like the Thai folk (What?)
I'm makin' blood chokes (Hey), like a noose rope (Hey)
Faking high, I'm goin' low, you in a toe hold (Okay)
[Chorus: ZillaKami & SosMula]
Run like the b*tch you are
You the type to always need a gun, like the b*tch you are
You the type to be my f*ckin' son, like the b*tch you are
n*ggas actin' hard but never swung, like the b*tch you are
You are just a b*tch, you are (Sleezy)

[Verse 2: SosMula]
Who told you dye your hair and get all those face tats? (f*ck outta here)
All of my ideas, n*ggas try to take that (Rat)
My shooter got five years, he ain't even say jack (No no)
b*tch, this is my year, you could get your face cracked (Boom)
Just like a b*tch you are (f*ck outta here), cryin' 'bout a b*tch, n*gga (Sleezy)
She gon' suck my di*k tomorrow (Sleezy), I just f*cked your b*tch, n*gga (Sleezy)
I just sold a brick of hard (Work), I just got my big AR (Boom)
Turn your face to mashed potato, who told you lil' b*tch you hard? (Boom-boom-boom-boom)
This the KLEAN UP KREW (Boom), tell me what the f*ck it do? (Sleezy)
If I don't got my gun, bet you run, well, we got two (f*ck outta here)
This the KLEAN UP KREW (Boom), call me Mr. Twenty-two (Sleezy)
Take the clip out, right before a n*gga gun butt you (Doo-doo-doo-doo)

[Chorus: ZillaKami]
Run like the b*tch you are
You the type to always need a gun, like the b*tch you are
You the type to be my f*ckin' son, like the b*tch you are
n*ggas actin' hard but never swung, like the b*tch you are
You are just a b*tch, you are (Okay)
Run like the b*tch you are
You the type to always need a gun, like the b*tch you are
You the type to be my f*ckin' son, like the b*tch you are
n*ggas actin' hard but never swung, like the b*tch you are
You are just a b*tch, you are