Bade Bunningham Lyrics
[Intro]
I gotta, I gotta handgun next to the
We gotta, we huh, sell a whole thing all down to the-
[Chorus]
Yeah
I gotta chop, I gotta Glock, yeah I gotta handgun next to Drake
Say we got spots, huh we got blocks, sell a whole thing all down to the shake
I said I gotta chop, I gotta Glock, I gotta handgun next to the Drake
I said we got spots, we got blocks, sell a whole thing all down to the shake
[Verse 1]
I would listen to you bout some work but you ain't had none
I be in the kitchen whipping work like it's the bad son
Trapping till the bands come, servin till my last gone
Quarantine with the gleam, rapping with my mask on
I put a bag on, I put my hands on em
I ain't even got to (huh), that's what the bands for
I want a Benz truck, bendin a range Rover
All black pulling up, at the wop ask Bob nem
I'm that nigga, yeah I'm big dawg, you know I keep squad with me
Ain't fearing that nigga I got a rifle and god with me
I'm gon take a nigga with me if he slide he Gon die with me
And that's if I don't kill em nigga first, talm bout rightously (huh)
I'm just tryna take his life quickly I don't like niggas
On a bad month run thru a light fifty
Big pipes for them backends, see that ice with me (huh)
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Throw my 5 up them other niggas know what time it is (duh)
[Chorus]
Yeah
I gotta chop, I gotta Glock, yeah I gotta handgun next to Drake
Say We got spots, we got blocks, sell a whole thing all down to the shake
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