Bonnie N Clyde lyrics

[Intro]
SethGotTheWaves
Everything for Notti
Forever 14
Ayy, Junwaa


[Chorus]
Like, b*tch, I'm a O, so I ride wit' a knock
Sit back, can't lack
Notti wit' me gotta tell him relax
We dump at the opps and they haven't got back
Four deep, we totin' on straps
Rari and Bando, for them I'ma clap, like, yeah
I said Rari and Bando, for them I'ma clap

[Verse 1]
And brodie, you know that's the blood
Call up that boy, he gon' slide with the slugs
Mention gang then you must be tough
We could clear out ya' block, we gon' show up
But all ya' n*ggas know the vibe
If we see y'all face, we dump, y'all duck
Grrah, grrah, like, we dump, y'all duck
Had to hop on this beat, go kuu
They said, "DD, go up, do you"
Stackin' my bread, they soon to be blues
Road to the riches, I'll be there soon
But I'm still screamin', "Free the demons"
The ones locked down, in it for a reason
Brodie was click-clicking he was squeezin'
On bro, next n*gga ain't see him
Got a Glock wit' a beam and a switcher
Point it at n*ggas who got six figures
Dare a pus*y n*gga try to act
I'ma up back out my pipe then aim it at his back
But it's time to cool off wit' that
Tryna get to the the bread and just fill up a bag
Like, yeah, tryna fill up a bag
[?] all these [?] days
Take one of my n*ggas, slidin' right away
Make a movie so we can get paid
Tryna get out the streets, this sh*t ain't no safe
So the bros throw shells, don't play
'Cause this is real life, this is not a game
Told momma, "We good, I just made a way"
On bro, just wait
[Verse 2]
That's on me, I'ma cop me a Carti'
I'ma be famous and throw mad parties
And I'm always stickin' with my muddy
Notti my brother, for him, I go dummy
Back then I was bummy no money
Now b*tches on me, they dubs, they funny
Grrah, grrah
Now b*tches on me, they dubs, they funny
Ayo Bopo, throw four
I'ma hang out the window, throw more
JJ click til' he on the floor
Boy, if he ain't got chop, we show no remorse
And these n*ggas keep dissin' my block
Like, come, let's play, I got my knock
My n*ggas we gettin' sh*t hot, I put that on bro
They up it and flock
Opp n*ggas be cappin' in songs
Let's talk facts, I ain't seen y'all perform
Two-three shots, have a n*gga leanin'
Take his b*tch, have her swallow my semen
Pour me a deuce or a eight in a cup
And that b*tch, she actin' like a sl*t
She know my bod', Mr. I-Keep-It-Tucked
She said, "Run into DD, then you outta luck"
[Chorus]
Like, b*tch, I'm a O, so I ride wit' a knock
Sit back, can't lack
Notti wit' me gotta tell him relax
We dump at the opps and they haven't got back
Four deep, we totin' on straps
Rari and Bando, for them I'ma clap, like, yeah
I said Rari and Bando, for them I'ma clap

[Outro]
Like, b*tch, I'm a O, so I ride wit' a knock
Sit back, can't lack
Notti wit' me gotta tell him relax
We dump at the opps and they haven't got back
Four deep, we totin' on straps
Rari and Bando, for them I'ma clap, like, yeah
I said Rari and Bando, for them I'ma clap
Grrah, grrah
Grrah-grrah-rrah
Y'all know what the f*ck goin' on, it's that DD n*gga
Everything 4 Notti
Grrah-grrah-grrah