Bamaz K lyrics

[Intro: Nunnie Da III]
Look
I just felt like I had to make a couple things clear 'cause everybody on my di*k, n*gga
Word
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[Chorus: Nunnie Da III]
I just felt like I had to make a couple things clear 'cause everybody on my di*k
Nobody took nothin' from me, it's a difference
But f*ck it, now I gotta make it lit
f*ck Lil Dee, he was on the floor shakin' and throwin' a fit
Novak got the .40 and I got the fifth
We tryna put Durkio up in a spliff

[Verse 1: Nunnie Da III]
f*ck all the subs, f*ck all the arguin'
f*ck all the talkin', let’s play ball
We got new tans, we ready for war
Rich got shot for openin' his door
We smokin' Darnell, got sent to the Lord
Keem punched lil' Rah in his jaw
n*gga on the bench, he never on court
Always on our di*k, n*ggas gotta be bored
sh*t is sad, n*ggas came over here and did bad
It's okay 'cause now we gon' get on they ass
All that friendship sh*t in the past
If I catch a Bama n*gga, I'ma blast
On bro, them n*ggas be movin' scary when they throw
Buggout got slapped with a Croc, he a joke
And CBC Jay better get him a pole
'Cause we not with the games, like
None of them n*ggas got aim
If I run into Banga, then he better bang
It's up and it's stuck and it's never gon' change, like
f*ck Lil Dee, he a strain
And nobody never did sh*t to my gang
SySy butt, he don't put in pain
Don't listen to him, he never did a thing
[Chorus: Nunnie Da III & Kay Glizz]
I just felt like I had to make a couple things clear 'cause everybody on my di*k
Nobody took nothin' from me, it's a difference
But f*ck it, now I gotta make it lit
f*ck Lil Dee, he was on the floor (Grrah) shakin' and throwin' a fit (Grrah, grrah, boom, n*gga)
Novak got the .40 and I got the fifth (Uh-huh)
We tryna put Durkio up in a spliff

[Verse 2: Kay Glizz]
These n*ggas tryna troll us? Let's go
If I catch lil' Sy, he goin' in a tomb
Why you tell a victim you took a knocker from my mans?
I promise you won't even throw
n*gga, we on that Blake block, four poles
I got Nunnie with me tryna snatch a soul
n*ggas take your orders from they lil' bros
Could never, everyone with me on go, like, glah
Look, smokin' Lil Dee, I heard he threw a tantrum
n*ggas done started some sh*t over nothin'
98K, we don't f*ck with the Bamaz
I put my energy into this gun
Novak throwin', finna push some more back
Rich got shot and almost was a blunt
They tryna ask me how all of this start
Whole time, we was linked up with some crumbs
n*ggas switchin' for weapons
I guess n*ggas gotta learn they lesson
Backdoor open, this a different season
Got Savage with me, we tryna take a necklace
We give the belt to the opps, we be steppin'
All they b*tches me and my n*ggas sexin'
Catch him out of bounds, we got to stretch him
And Send-Three keep a knocker to protect him
[Outro: Kay Glizz]
Grrah
You know how the f*ck we comin', n*gga, we don't f*ck with nobody, n*gga, suck my di*k
Everything shot down, n*gga
Word to bro