BAMa Interlude

Yeah
I'm finna kick this shit so motherfuckin' stupid
(Jewelry clings) This shit
Look
Fuck on her throat, after that gotta gooooo
She know that I'm back to the dough
Before I leave, grabbing my pole
Take that everywhere that I go
I be with them smackers for sureeeeee
So you know I'ma smacker for sure
If I want it, I get it for sure
If she bad, I'ma hit it for sure
Chains on my neck and my wrist like a slave
Tryna tell 'em I ain't came to play
I be coppin' my cribs out the way
So these niggas can't know where I stay
Put my cheese with the cheese, the bread with the bread, the cake with the cake Anna Mae
Ain't a pussy nigga ever playeddddd if he did, that where he finna lay
Keepin' my heat everywhere that I goooo
Sippin' drank, I just poured me a four
That shit got a nigga movin' slowwwww
But I promise this ain't what you want
Every diamond on a nigga frozeeeee
Try to snatch it, know just how it's goin'
Man, these niggas know that I ain't goin'
If it's on me, know a nigga blowin'
Pop Perc', now I'm feelin' great
Ran out of PAI and bought another eight
And you know I got it straight from TT
Snook it out the country, call it CiCi
I ain't worried 'bout a thing cuz' I'm doin' my thing these lil' niggas can't be me or see me
Turn your baby mama to a eat-eat
Damn, I made this shit here look too easy
I'm a street nigga, I'd leave the game
But I know the damn gang need me
Diamonds on me lookin' freezy
Ice water, call it Fiji
Keep the game in a chokehold, I got it on lock and I swear I ain't rockin' Buscemi
Fresh off a flight land in Alabama
When I do pull up trouble inside a Fanta I'm just poppin' my shit off