Correction Lyrics Billy Bats by Bodega Bamz

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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
f*ck 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 p*ssy 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

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