Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Battering Ram, artist - Papoose. Date of issue: 03.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Battering Ram |
| Yeah |
| Y’all know what type time I’m on, man |
| It’s thugga |
| Yo |
| I got the triple beam scale in the drawer |
| Drop safe, I got a couple bands on the floor |
| The 50 cal by the door |
| I only fear the battering ram |
| Hey yo |
| Yo I’m a foreign car handler |
| Raw scrambler |
| Large gambler |
| I just beat a charge in Los Angeles |
| Huh! |
| Now I don’t care what y’all status is |
| We was all scavengers |
| Violate me to cause a massacres |
| Huh! |
| The wrong challenger |
| 22 long is a small caliber |
| But these bullets is long travelers |
| They start in the back of ya |
| Pow! |
| The your heart start attacking ya |
| Then they fuck up your cardiovascular |
| My man sprayed this bitch Porsche lavender |
| Other hoes mad at her |
| They wasn’t on them flaws in Attica |
| I got a squad of all traffickers |
| I got enough paper and squares to make a small calendar |
| Huh! |
| Last time they kicked the door down |
| They found 554 thou under the floor tab |
| But they couldn’t find the working drugs |
| I ended up having to pay some back taxes |
| Nigga we corporate thugs |
| I got the triple beam scale in the drawer |
| Drop safe, I got a couple bands on the floor |
| The 50 cal by the door |
| I only fear the battering ram |
| Papoose and 38 Special |
| Cartier glasses will grain specs |
| The gun handle tied to the drawstring of my gray sweats |
| Gold Jesus piece with the nails piercing in slain flesh |
| My jeweler baptized it in holy water to stay blessed |
| The batting ram knocks in the Caravan I’m fake stressed |
| A wise hustler never keep his birds in the same nest |
| Calculated moves of a grandmaster who plays chess |
| Gun in your mouth now you talking with 12 gauge breath |
| The cat burglar got your amplifier and tape deck |
| You can hear his feet running down the fire escape steps |
| Black leather gloves while clutching the nickel plate tech |
| They’ll leave fingerprints never use gloves that’s latex |
| Sick and tired of fighting police homie I’m straight vexed |
| Cops pepper sprayed me so much they think my name Treach |
| Bought a loose condom for 50 cents safe sex |
| Your girl head game was like Long Island Great Neck |
| I got the triple beam scale in the drawer |
| Drop safe, I got a couple bands on the floor |
| The 50 cal by the door |
| I only fear the battering ram |