Listen to BYOB x ASN x PAPI GANG (feat. John Wicks & Bowe Jack) by Vandam Bodyslam

BYOB x ASN x PAPI GANG (feat. John Wicks & Bowe Jack)

Vandam Bodyslam

Hip-Hop/Rap

5 Shazams

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BYOB x ASN x PAPI GANG (feat. John Wicks & Bowe Jack)
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Moses Johnson
Moses Johnson
Songwriter
Samuel Bunch
Samuel Bunch
Songwriter
M Sainmelus
M Sainmelus
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Samuel Bunch
Samuel Bunch
Recording Engineer
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29millions
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Lyrics

First off fuck your bitch and the click you claim Let me show you a trick I hop up out this bitch with aim Masked up toting a stick trying to split your brain Catch up you niggas late I got the gift of game I spit the flame but nigga I be really trying to cool it though These niggas they be rapping about it I really do it though Hit the spot and I be trapping up out it you don't know who I know Put my city on the map and I got it popping in who they know Papi bring them bitches in yup by the truckload I don't break them bitches down bitch I move the elbow I just seen my lil bro lose two hundred elbows Papi double back cause he know it's on commando I'm with Vandam but this ain't no blood sport I'm with John wicks but this aint Keanu tho And I'm Bowe jack but ain't no running back tho Go ahead tell the dj run this back tho Fly boy Haitian Leroy Coming for your spot bitch nigga just give up You ain't gotta talk we ain't cool this a stick up Making all moves with out me you wouldn't be none Ima big dog and my bite real vicious My dawg from cross town hit me up for the glitzy Please don't tempt me Ima send em off come back beheaded decapitated Youngin out the hood kill rats just for fun Me and Bowe Jack Vandam grab the gun Nigga one cock it pop it cause I already got it loaded They tried to stop it and block it soon as I got it I done scored it I grabbed a pint and I popped it Grabbed a cup and then I poured it I got a ounce and I chopped it hit the block and then I sold it Ah slide on a opp let's go Ah pull up on your block let it blow Skipping class pop a class nigga you know how we roll Get a bag make a bag that's the only thing we know It's a spill in the streets in the right lane Always get his man I'm the man I'm the clean up man Stay dangerous you know bodyslam your people Dee slid through like evil knievel Pooh outside and he waiting on a sequel I press the button press the button he'll delete ya She deleted all my ho's off the gram I had to add em again I just told my nigga that's a bodyslam and I'm tagging him in Every time she tell me I ain't finna cam then it happen again I just tell a bitch I am who I am I just happen to win Then again you know I don't like lose Fuck your sister and your friend you know I don't like to choose Hit your block spend the bend you know I don't like to cruise Pop your top get in the wind better not get confused Fuck her twin pop a twin you know I get shit confused We the ones born to win don't get that shit confused Young Spro Vandam give a nigga the blues byob asn yea that be the crew Selavie papi gang big bro what it do Fifty racks hundred racks counting all these blues Acrobat with the pack making money moves Niggas cap in they rap until they make the news Ah I don't just want mine I want they money Ah I don't want night time I want day money I don't even need another line this first take money I won't even tell her that she fine I got that I'm straight money I ain't the nigga to wait in line I got that fresh out the gate money
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