Bodega BAMZ - Trap Lords lyrics

[Verse 1 : Bodega Bamz] I used to stand on the corner with that Enyce Velour I told these b**hes we Kings like homie C-Webb, four So now I live by the sword, keep the Techs lock my door Back in Two-Thousand-Uno we catching homis for sure Mercedes CL sixes, make your wifey my misses Get a cigarette & condom after cleaning my dishes I said "Mi nombre es Bodega" she said "I know like the store" I said "I rap like Toronto" she told me "Start up a tour" I use the ki's to get money now I'm kickin' down doors A drug dealing Robin Hood, my Civic touching the floor Your b**h ridin' my stick, so hard she blew my exhaust I made it flip like '96 Olympics Dominique Dawes Congrats to the fools that said I would not make it Never get a shot so Papi had to take it Many way might end I was patiently waiting Listening to Cam, Big L, Pastor Hastings A$AP Mob with the Tan Boy nation Run New-York, who the f** is you racing ? Never stay stagnant, back & forth pacing Eastburgh tree, tree, tree, my faaavorite [Hook x4 : A$AP Ferg] Young trap Lords, ridin' in the streets Young Bamalier finna blam you with heat [Verse 2 : A$AP Ferg] Line 'em up, take 'em down Two bad b**hes on my couch Sippin on the Henny make a n***a go oh Had a little s** but I really want mouth You know me, Young Trap Lord White gold teeth you can't afford Margiela so f** the floor Tote that f** a n***a gon' fall Homie wake up when he hear that four Get sprayed up like his cologne Won't let up when I pick that chrome I can see his chromosome With the smell of yo guts outside of your home Within a couple of months your body got swolled With couple of bugs coming out of your nose n***a who did it ? Nobody done know [Hook x4]