NC-17 - Bodega Bamz

I’m up and away, you niggas is plain, I’m not one for playin'

I’m bored of the games, connect for the chain, sorry, so sorry

Forgive me again, I’ma do it again, sorry, so sorry

I’m losin' my mind, I’m goin' insane, you rappers in trouble

My shorty a ten, I bought her a nine, I’m shootin' my shot

She love how I ate, her pussy is mine, I’m up like a seven

I came in this game, a dollar in change, I’m worth now a quarter

A milli my name, my name is my name, Saint Chavo for short

I speak for the dealers, not chasin' the fame, this Harlem, we different

Not doin' the same, this, that, and the third, stop actin' like birds

I’m an actor like Pac, most def from the block, between 2nd and 3rd

The king of the curb, you niggas get curved, get out of the way

I’m stuck in my ways, you not tryna help, then you in the way

I’m true to myself, I keep it one hunnid, forever: today

Tomorrow, next week, you niggas is weak, I’m pullin' your cards

Put y’all to sleep, one finger on me, you’ll be dead in a week

Just look at my scars

Don’t talk to me crazy, don’t talk to me crazy, I warn you

Don’t talk to me crazy, don’t talk to me crazy, I warn you

Don’t talk to me crazy, don’t talk to me crazy, I warn you

Don’t talk to me crazy, don’t talk to me crazy, I warn you

(High right now, so high right now)

I’m checkin' my phone, she blowin' me up, stop wastin' my time

I’m checkin' my phone, she blowin' me up, stop wastin' my time

Where my LA Tan (boys), Cincinnati Tan (boys)

My Columbus Tan (boys), my Chicago Tan (boys)

My Saint Louis Tan (boys), my Missouri Tan (boys)

My Seattle Tan (boys), where my Portland Tan (boys)

New Mexico Tan (boys), my Arizona Tan (boys)

My Alabama Tan (boys), my Detroit Tan (boys)

Where my Philly Tan (boys), my New Jersey Tan (boys)

Puerto Rico Tan (boys), Dominicano Tan (boys)

Colombiano Tan (boys), Colorado Tan (boys)

San Diego Tan (boys), my Nebraska Tan (boys)

Where my Dallas Tan (boys), my Toronto Tan (boys)

Where my Boston Tan (boys), my Miami Tan (boys)

NY, definitely

In the house, in the house, in the house

It’s time to kick ass and chew bubblegum

And I’m all out of gum

(Okay, get off the—get off the vent or I’ll have you bent)

Eat shit and die