Blammas lyrics

[Chorus]
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 b*tch 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 n*ggas who's boss

[Verse 1: WunTayk Timmy]
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, n*gga, weak
He couldn't make a 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 sh*t unheard of
So I guess I call it Bobby, that's a shhh murder
When they pull up on your fraud ass
I bet n*ggas haul ass
I just gotta make a few calls
I hit my soldier, get your dog tag
They'll do it for a small bag
Bloom bloom bloom bloom, Lou Rawls n*gga
Tayk haha
[Chorus]
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 b*tch 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 n*ggas who's boss

[Verse 2: Montana of 300]
Been droppin' n*ggas like rideshare
I'm the flyest killer since Conair
Pistol up in my moncler
And the safeties off, that's nine players
These n*ggas 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 b*tch
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 sh*t
I swear my gun smokin' so much, it need a detox in this b*tch
Come 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 squeezin, that b*tch stutter like it's Ruben
First they bag em' and toe tag em', and they freeze em' like it's cooling
Now he X men like the mutant
Had to teach em' like a student
Told my nina, go get money, f*ck them n*ggas, prostitution

[Chorus]
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 b*tch 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 n*ggas who's boss