Bodega BAMZ - Down These Mean Streets lyrics

[Verse: Bodega Bamz] I done did everything in New York but f** Vashtie Kilo, keep it low key, I ain't flashy We lock jaws over here, I ain't La**ie White girl mine, make her V look nasty Potato on the Glock, you tryin' to be big like gravy My bullets will mash thee Tax free running from the law Listen dog, got a lot in and outta different cars Hot plates on 'em, never safe on 'em Johnny Cage autograph with my face on 'em Bamz dead chief, I don't change on 'em I snipe hoes for a [?] on 'em f**ing right, hell yeah, I'm f**in' right Give her crack, get 'em out, for this f**in' pipe [?], Ohla gave me the speech God gave me arms with the cookie jar reach n***a [Prayer: Luis Zeno] Okay, ya tu sabes, esto es pa la Bodega (Pa la bodega) Si, todos los dias yo le pido al Seño Que me da fuerza en la calle, envidioso Pero tu sabes como yo ando, con mi chaleco y mi .45 empuntado Cualquier mamabicho quiere tirarse, tirate, que yo estoy ready (The price is right) y me estoy tirando pa la 24 so'ora cabron! Dame!