Blammas Lyrics

Two straps like a pampa
I stay with them blammas
I don't give a f*ck what you thought, aye
I keep my nina off of safety
Charge em' like a late fee
She gon' blow his head smooth off
Keep that bitch on me if I need her
Heard I got 'em heated
Better tell his ass to cool off
And I got shooters that's for hire
Off you when they fire
It's time to show these niggas who's boss

My shooter sayin' "pass it to me"
Murder in the fastest degree
Burner in the passenger seat
You might not wanna crash into me
I might go and spazz on this beat
Your favorite rapper trash, nigga, weak
He couldn't make it splash in the sea
He try me, his ass finna see
Guns romancing with me
They really f*ckin' up the romance
She just wanna f*ck and hold hands, I can't, I got a gun in both hands
I do the rockaway, I don't dance
Arms on my waist, slowdance
Heard he wanna Tayk no chance
Carrots in your face, snowman
My lil nina, she get meaner if I disturb her
On my people, she a keeper, I don't deserve her
New suppressor on the shotty, this shit unheard of
So I guess I call it Bobby, that's a shhh murder
When they pull up on your fraud ass
I bet niggas [?] ass
I just gotta make a few calls
I hit my soldier, [?]
They'll do it for a small bag
Bloom bloom bloom bloom, Lou Rawls nigga
Tayk haha

Two straps like a pampa
I stay with them blammas
I don't give a f*ck what you thought, aye
I keep my nina off of safety
Charge em' like a late fee
She gon' blow his head smooth off
Keep that bitch on me if I need her
Heard I got 'em heated Better tell his ass to cool off
And I got shooters that's for hire
Off you when they fire
It's time to show these niggas who's boss

Been droppin' niggas like rideshare
I'm the flyest killer since [?]
Pistol up in my moncler
And the safeties off, that's nine players
These niggas losing like Isaiah
Yeah I lit em' up like time square
Had to light his top like blonde hair
Sent him up to God like my prayers
I just bought a new nina, got a beam up on that bitch
Like a leopard spot my steppers, I bet he not gonna trip
If buddy test like Doug E Fresh, boy he gone beatbox for that shit
I swear my gun smokin' so much, it need a detox in this bitch
Caught my way, and I swear he won't make it back ain't no recouping
If he acting like he Harden, his ass better play for Houston
Roger that, no Marques Houston
Pull up shooting, I ain't hoopin'
Hit his top up, cave his roof in
Throwin' bullets, Cameron Newton
I'm a demon, lemon squeeze him, that bitch stutter like it's Ruben
First they bag em' and toe tag em', and they freeze em' like it's cooling
Now he [?] like the mutant
Had to teach em' like a student
Told my nina, go get money, f*ck them niggas, prostitution

Two straps like a pampa
I stay with them blammas
I don't give a f*ck what you thought, aye
I keep my nina off of safety
Charge em' like a late fee
She gon' blow his head smooth off
Keep that bitch on me if I need her
Heard I got 'em heated
Better tell his ass to cool off
And I got shooters that's for hire
Off you when they fire
It's time to show these niggas who's boss

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