Angry Africans lyrics

[Verse 1: EBK Bckdoe]
If I catch him in the open it's a bam bam (It's a bam bam)
The way you n*ggas di*kride c*ck, need some pom-poms (You need some pom-poms)
Welcome to the Doe aka Mani.com (Mani.com)
I got a baby 9 on me, it go bop bop (It go bop bop)
Fiending for a victim, dead n*ggas in my grabba
You be crashing out, I'm not crashing out this Danny Phantom (Danny Phantom, n*gga)
I got some old syrup, told Joseph take it out the cabinet
And I'ma pull the move, cut 'em out the way, it never happened (It did not happen)
It do not exist
You only get paid from [?], b*tch, you are not the sh*t (You are not the sh*t)
And we chased your baby daddy down and all kinds of sh*t (And all kinds of sh*t)
Drop thirty-three out SS, b*tch, I feel like Rich (b*tch, I feel like Rich)
You still got that see-through clip, that is not a stick (That is not a pole)
You only f*ck with b*tches under age, you arе not a pimp (You are not a pimp)
I heard your auntie son got smokеd and it got her sick
I graduated from the streets, f*ck a scholarship (f*ck a scholarship)

[Verse 2: SSRichh33 & EBK Bckdoe]
Graduated from the streets, f*ck a cap and gown (f*ck a cap and gown)
This n*gga was my brother yesterday, I'm finna knock him down (I'm finna knock him down)
Tell 'em keep it real, I'm the reason they don't come around (They don't come around)
No, we not shooting from no load, we gon' run him down
n*gga, I need my kill my confirmed (I need my kill my confirmed)
It don't bring me down, I'm still geeking when I'm off the syrup (When I'm off the syrup)
Ain't no get back, man, these n*ggas know I'm shooting first
Last n*gga put me in a song, we put him on a shirt (We put him on a shirt)
Aye, n*gga, now he in my Wood (Now he in my Wood)
b*tch, I'm a 33 baby, get that understood (Get that understood)
Everywhere I go I got my slam, I wish a n*gga would (I wish a n*gga would)
Three hundred something thousand on YouTube, I'm still in the hood (I'm still in the hood)
[Verse 3: EBK Bckdoe]
It do not exist (It do not exist)
You only get paid from [?], b*tch, you are not the sh*t (b*tch, you are not the sh*t)
And we chased your baby daddy down and all kinds of sh*t (And all kinds of sh*t)
Drop thirty-three out SS, b*tch, I feel like Rich
Had to pull the move on what's his name, he acting like a b*tch (He acting like a hoe)
That b*tch tried to give me seven hundred, what the f*ck is this? (What the f*ck is that?)
Put that on my auntie [?] kids, I didn't touch that b*tch
This GLOCK 22 my baby mama, swear I love that b*tch (Swear I love that b*tch)

[Chorus: EBK Bckdoe]
This that hundiddy bam bam (Hundiddy bam bam)
I got a double strike baby 9, it go bop bop (It go bop bop)
I got your baby mama overseas, she my top thot (She my top thot)
The way you n*ggas di*kride, need some pom-poms (You need some pom-poms)
The way you n*ggas di*kride, need some training wheels (You need some training wheels)
I'm the real Bckdoe, b*tch, I stain for real (b*tch, I'm Bckdoe)
Should've went to school, you got smoked tryna bang the field (Tryna bang the field)
That n*gga been a b*tch, he pump fake but I'ma spray for real (But I'ma spray for real)

[Verse 4: Verde Babii]
This that hundiddy bam bam (Hundiddy bam bam)
n*gga, this a G23, it go bop bop (It go bop bop)
Better ask about lil Verde, b*tch, I'm top opp (b*tch, I'm top opp)
Went and chased your lil brother down, them ain't pop shots (Them ain't pop shots)
n*gga, why you ain't double back?
You out here busting thirty-dollar dates, that is not a trap
You out here toting peewee guns, that is not a strap (That is not a pole)
I can't take Richie Rich nowhere, he don't know how to act (He don't know how to act)
n*gga, this that hundiddy bam bam
The way you n*ggas di*kride c*ck, you need some pom-poms (Y'all need some pom-poms)
b*tch, these is Gucci steppers, this ain't Sean John
I just slapped a fully on a—uh, it go ah-ah
Aye, b*tch, my suckers don't exist (My suckers don't exist)
You only hard around your n*ggas, you are not the sh*t (You are not the sh*t)
Drop thirty-three out SS, b*tch, I feel like Rich
Your brother died and you ain't slide, you went and made a diss
[Chorus: EBK Bckdoe]
This that hundiddy bam bam (Hundiddy bam bam)
I got a double strike baby 9, it go bop bop (It go bop bop)
I got your baby mama overseas, she my top thot (She my top thot)
The way you n*ggas di*kride, need some pom-poms (You need some pom-poms)
The way you n*ggas di*kride, need some training wheels (You need some training wheels)
I'm the real Bckdoe, b*tch, I stain for real (b*tch, I'm Bckdoe)
Should've went to school, you got smoked tryna bang the field (Tryna bang the field)
That n*gga been a b*tch, he pump fake but I'ma spray for real (But I'ma spray for real)

[Outro: EBK Bckdoe]
That n*gga been a b*tch, he pump fake but I'ma spray for real
n*gga tryna bang the field, I think he really gay for real
I'm finna get at Joseph Kay like what I say for real?
He tryna [?]
Hear that sh*t right now, I'm out