Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Billy Bats, artist - Bodega Bamz. Date of issue: 13.04.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Billy Bats |
| Shoot 'em up, never ask questions, leave 'em dead |
| Shoot 'em up, never ask questions, leave 'em dead |
| Shoot 'em up, never ask questions, leave 'em dead |
| Shoot 'em up, never ask questions, leave 'em dead |
| Shoot, mobbed up, under influence in that coupe |
| Got the cold killers with the smile, wearing suits |
| Automatics, wipe the bullets down, leave no proof |
| Got the drop on these niggas now so we shoot |
| Shoot 'em up, never ask questions, leave 'em dead |
| Shoot 'em up, never ask questions, leave 'em dead |
| Shoot 'em up, never ask questions, leave 'em dead |
| Shoot 'em up, never ask questions, leave 'em dead |
| I hope you got a extra mic and a fuego proof booth |
| ‘Cause you know, I’m known to melt a wire or two |
| I got the mac all black but the riot won’t do |
| I got the hrrrat killing rats, get your firin' crew |
| You need a fire engineer when I lay this blaze |
| I fired engineers when Ohla became |
| Hit the bodega, dark liquor, lines of blow |
| Hoes with the big nose sucking me slow |
| Fuck that, don’t hold me back |
| I sleep in the trap, y’all cats told Bamz to rap |
| I’d rather, take my chances hitting the block |
| I had to, take those glances running from cops, for real |
| If you a boss, don’t say it |
| ‘Cause a real boss got the alphabet boys waitin' |
| We ain’t playin' with ya |
| Most high, roll up with the holy scriptures |
| I want a mansion like a museum to hang my pictures |
| You hear the whispers? |
| Tanboys did this |
| Some got the permanent ink, some got stickers |
| Die for some money, never die for some bitches |
| All of us come from the streets, my niggas |
| Shoot, mobbed up, under influence in that coupe |
| Got the cold killers with the smile, wearing suits |
| Automatics, wipe the bullets down, leave no proof |
| Got the drop on these niggas now so we shoot |
| Your man won’t shoot |
| Your goons won’t shoot |
| Your crew won’t shoot |
| Your bitch won’t shoot |
| Your moms won’t shoot |
| Your pops won’t shoot |
| Your step-father's baby mother brother won’t shoot |
| What it do? |
| Never scared, who are you? |
| Smell pussy in the room, bitch niggas perfume |
| Pulling cars like «what?» |
| Got a bitch like «what?» |
| She can ride, she can smoke, she can suck like «what?» |
| Cuban cigars at the bar, I’m like Castro |
| Know who we are, I’m not a star, I’m an asshole |
| Cash flow task force, comin' in |
| Lawyer money straight, make bill when the sun come in |
| Shoot 'em up, never ask questions, leave 'em dead |
| Shoot 'em up, never ask questions, leave 'em dead |
| Shoot 'em up, never ask questions, leave 'em dead |
| Shoot 'em up, never ask questions, leave 'em dead |
| Shoot, mobbed up, under influence in that coupe |
| Got the cold killers with the smile, wearing suits |
| Automatics, wipe the bullets down, leave no proof |
| Got the drop on these niggas now so we shoot |
| Shoot 'em up, never ask questions, leave 'em dead |
| Shoot 'em up, never ask questions, leave 'em dead |
| Shoot 'em up, never ask questions, leave 'em dead |
| Shoot 'em up, never ask questions, leave 'em dead |