Bam Did The Intro lyrics

[Intro]
(If you ain't got a beat from Bam, you don't drop enough)
Good lookin', Bam
Iced Up Records (KrispyLife, n*gga)
(It's with a K, dumbass)

[Verse]
n*ggas 'round this b*tch trippin', actin' girly as f*ck
I don't even smoke weed, my b*tch naked, she pearlin' a blunt
I'm on my fifth song in two hours, I'm burnin' it up
I'm in the club with all these guns around me, I'm tougher than tough
First plug I ever spoke to, he was Lebanese
He barely speak English, he only spoke Lebanese
Mama used God name in vain, why?
She seen how much I spent on jeans
Sendin' death threats, I text back like, "Boy, I'll kill you"
Leavе one of these pussiеs bleedin', yeah, they on they menstrual
Tell your b*tch lick my balls and tell me cough like I'm at a physical
You ain't even mean to shoot my n*gga, that was accidental
Bam on the beat? Yeah, this b*tch a classic
Throw the pus*y in a circle, baby, let me smash it
You a ho, that pus*y blew out, so I'ma pack it
I only f*ck pus*y that's snug like my jacket
I like shrimp, I like steak, I like salads
Doin' the A-Town Stomp on dog face, I like dancin'
My first million, I'ma get Gabe tatted
You a pus*y, you like doin' videos, won't shoot an actress
Two pockets got lettuce, the other two got some cabbage
I got two hoes, one titties fake, other ass the fattest
My back got a V on it 'cause the front say "bad habits"
I heard what happened to your mans, tell him drive faster
I'm out in Beecher with chicken on me, this a classic
'Bows on me, tell 'em meet me on Pulaski
I got a b*tch on Philadelphia and she get nasty
Writin' raps, gettin my di*k sucked, while I'm playin' Madden
The raps ain't free, please, nah, the—
The verses ain't free, so please do not ask me
I do not sell drugs, so please don't ask me
I got a fiend from the Eastside, go by the name of Ashley
I just said I don't sell drugs, what the f*ck am I doin'?
Slid four times this week, now I got the opps movin'
It's melatonin in this K bullets, it got the opps snoozin'
It left an opp snoozin'
Paid 1017, but I am not with Gucci
If you wanna f*ck with KrispyLife, you gotta come off coochie
17, I was baggin' up eighthies while bumpin' Juicy
18 when I bought my first pair of fat-ass Guccis
Opps did slide one time, now I'm 'bout to lose it
You upped your strap, everybody backed back, and you ain't even shoot it
That was so damn goofy
First play I ever made was on the North, I was on Dewey
Clean Up my lil' brother, he'll really shoot you
I don't wanna know your favorite movie, do you like prostitution?
I'll really f*ck your brother up, baby, f*ck you bein' a groupie
He better not walk in one more time while I'm hittin' this coochie
Bam on the beat, can't you tell this b*tch smack enough?
Damn
Call of Duty guns, I'm shootin' this b*tch, it got a Pack-a-Punch
Every time I slide on an opp, I gotta pack a lunch
Gun big as hell, just to shoot, I gotta stand up, nah
Gun big as hell, when I shoot, I gotta stand it up
I don't pray for my safety, I just pray a fan don't get punched
I'll rob a cameraman if he don't shoot for us
If we in the middle of a video— ah
If we in the middle of a videoshoot, you better shoot for us
Dog died at the Coney Island, and all he did was clutch
I popped the top on this pus*y like a Faygo or Crush
[Outro]
Alright, yeah, Bam, I'm done with this, alright, hmm
Yeah, I tried to— alright
f*ck
KrispyLife, b*tch
IUR Records, n*gga
Iced Up sh*t, dumb-ass boy
I can't be f*cked with
You thought 2020 was somethin', wait 'til 2021, I swear to God
Alright, I ain't even gon', alright, alright
Just, alright, alright, f*ck it
Just, I'ma let y'all listen to the rest of this sh*t
Yeah