[Verse: Bodega Bamz]I done did everything in New York but fuck VashtieKilo, keep it low key, I ain't flashyWe lock jaws over here, I ain't LassieWhite girl mine, make her V look nastyPotato on the Glock, you tryin' to be big like gravyMy bullets will mash theeTax free running from the lawListen dog, got a lot in and outta different carsHot plates on 'em, never safe on 'emJohnny Cage autograph with my face on 'emBamz dead chief, I don't change on 'emI snipe hoes for a [?] on 'emFucking right, hell yeah, I'm fuckin' rightGive her crack, get 'em out, for this fuckin' pipe[?], Ohla gave me the speechGod gave me arms with the cookie jar reachNigga[Prayer: Tanboy Luka]Okay, ya tu sabes, esto es pa la Bodega (Pa la bodega)Si, todos los dias yo le pido al SeñoQue me da fuerza en la calle, envidiosoPero tu sabes como yo ando, con mi chaleco y mi .45 empuntadoCualquier mamabicho quiere tirarse, tirate, que yo estoy ready (The price is right) y me estoy tirando pa la 24 so'ora cabron! Dame!
