Iscream - Bodega Bamz

You don’t bet against Bamz, shit

I’m the best, hands down, never had a hand out

You don’t bet against Bamz

I’m a all-in type of player, uh, yeah

I might be in the wrong era

I might be in the wrong era, so

I told you, man, I told you

Looky here hear what I gotta deal with

Make the type of music that you deal with

Every drug dealer need a soundtrack, uh

I’m not a big fan of the new wave, uh

I just wanna get paid, uh

Everybody lyin' nowadays, that’s the truth

Pop a few pills then they ready for the booth

Sweet like vanilla, they ain’t ready for the scoop (whoa)

Did the four door, now I’m ready for the coupe, ooh

Colder than a igloo

Your mom should’ve swallowed you, left you in the NICU

You stupid fuck

You ain’t thinkin' clear, Crystal (yeah)

Same niggas with you, they won’t even miss you

Uh, that’s a fun fact, Snapple

Preyin' on my enemies, meet me in the chapel (yeah, woop)

Up and down Spanish Harlem when I used to battle niggas (get 'em, Nate)

Now I’m makin' movies, shorty playin' with my action figure

Kawasaki ninja met the lime green Balenciagas, uh

Independent major money

We don’t own shit, why you savin' money?

First you fall in love, now you hatin' money?

What’s up, money?

(money!)

You don’t bet against Bamz, shit

I’m the best, hands down, never had a hand out

You don’t bet against Bamz

I’m a all-in type of player, aw, yeah

I might be in the wrong era

I might be in the wrong era, so, what

Looky here what I gotta deal with

Make the type of music that you deal with

Every drug dealer need a soundtrack, uh

I’m not a big fan of the new wave, uh

I just wanna get paid, uh

Everybody lyin' nowadays, that’s the truth

Pop a few pills then they ready for the booth

Sweet like vanilla, they ain’t ready for the scoop

Did the four door, now I’m ready for the coupe, ooh

You stupid fuck

I told you, man, I told you, don’t fuck with me

I told you, don’t fuckin'—

You stupid fuck

Doors up like a wrist cut

If I sign the deal, man, they better bring the Brinks truck

I’ve done the unthinkable

So you gotta give me double any number that you think of

Got the East on fire

Lookin' for a fix and you wanna get higher

I’m the man, the provider

I’m the one that supply ya suppliers, ooh

Ten thou' for the china

I don’t do takeout unless I got a rival

I don’t pay mind to

Broke people all got tunnel vision, never use the side view, ooh

If it’s trouble that you lookin' for then bring it on, ooh

If you pullin' out the hammer then you let it off, ooh

I ain’t dissin', goin' back and forth with rappers

Makin' songs that don’t make money, ooh

Don’t be fake money, ooh

You don’t bet against Bamz, shit (get 'em, Nate)

I’m the best, hands down, never had a hand out (yeah)

You don’t bet against Bamz (right)

I’m a all-in type of player, aw, yeah

I might be in the wrong era

I might be in the wrong era, so (ha ha, yeah, Nate)

Looky here what I gotta deal with (talk yo' shit)

Make the type of music that you deal with (woop)

Every drug dealer need a soundtrack, ooh

I’m not a big fan of the new wave, ooh

I just wanna get paid, ooh (ooh)

Everybody lyin' nowadays, that’s the truth (right)

Pop a few pills then they ready for the booth (okay)

Sweet like vanilla, they ain’t ready for the scoop (scoop)

Did the four door, now I’m ready for the coupe, ooh (ooh)

That was fire (that was fire, bro)

Yo (that's fire, bro), my nigga talkin' his shit

I got no words for this shit, papi chu, yeah

And my chain swang, nigga, ya heard me?