Bodega BAMZ - Bam Bam lyrics

[Verse] I ain't have a dollar to my name Now we vaca in Ibiza, two seater Señorita grabbing on my chain Look upon her face, I can tell she enjoy pain Latin trap, in my own lane Game stay the same, it's the players that change Good artists copy, great artists steal fame Diamond on top of the ring like a steel cage To hell with this hell, my clientele order To be rich or poor, before Al k**ed Porter Harlem be the town, Eastern in front of that I'm getting p**y in the air like a ThunderCat Thirty thousand feet, one hundred in the safe Frank Lucas mink, let it drag like a cape Put my enemies to sleep, show up at they wake k** him on his birthday, tell him, "Keep the cake" Popping Cris like Ray-Ray, just to celebrate Prey of the jungle, use the crib to meditate Stomp him with elevens, call him Patent Leather Face I school teachers, degree in miseducate, what? [Outro] Bam bam, be dum, bam Bam bam, be dum, bam Bam bam, be dum, bam Bam bam, be dum