Lil Grim - Bammin Out (feat. Reggie Reg) Lyrics

We the ones who really bringing them choppers out (Uhhhhhhh)
N***** want smoke bring that s*** to your momma house (Uhhh uhhh uhhh)
F*** all that talking show me what that drama bout (F*** talkin n****)
His head be the target if he bring his armor out (Bah bah)
Ain't talking money it ain't nothing else to talk about(Uhhh uhhhhhh)
My n***** be poppin off when they be popping out (Uhh uhh)
Ain't have the pistol on me I had to knock him out ( I whooped him)
Hold the stick like a guitar and start rocking out (Gdaaaooww)
We the ones who really bringing the hammers out (Bring them hammers out)
N**** want work bring that s*** to his mammy house (To his mammy house)
My gorillas really bringing bananas out (Gddd)
Catch his niece at the bus stop and we bamming out
Put me in the trap and you know I'm a jam it out (Uhhhhhh)
Hand to hand jugs and the drugs I be handing out (Uhhhh uhhhh)
If he hot I let the F&N fan him out
I heard he ran his mouth so my killers ran him out

Your n***** be faking stunting purping (Purping)
My n***** be chasing hunting lurking (We outta here)
Hop out and murk him shoot out suburban (Bah bah)
If he hot I stay away I'm allergic (He hot)
Bet I do it to him better alert him (You better alert him)
The way I ride you thought I had me a learners (I had me a learners)
N***** act burnt they get burnt with a burner (A burner glah)
A n**** touch me wish he would timmy turner
Just hopped off the porch the streets don't concern ya (Skkrrt)
You going tell police the truth like sojourner (Hotboy)
I runaway from 12 like harriet tubman (Skkrttt)
Fat Jamaican b**** she cooking me dumpling (Wua guan)
Run up on me this s*** get ugly duckling (Ugly ducking)
If I ain't in the stu I must be hustling (I must be hustling)
Don't f*** with the pigs like a muslim brother (Like a muslim brother)
You f*** with my brothers you dumb or something (You dumb or something)
Pullup on your block them drums we dumping (Skrrrt)
Opps talking bout how come we jumped him (Bdddd)
Squared up with him off the one and slumped him (Pussy)
Might grab the knife and carve his face like a pumpkin (Ugghhh)
We really blow s*** like a ceiling fan
Internet beef ain't into that (I ain't feeling that)
I'm deep in the streets man I been a threat (I been a threat)
I'm letting off shots where your men be at (Your men be at)
We headed to the top they envy that (They mad)
You play with my gwop I let semi clap (Bow bow)
Promoting my drugs I'm trying bring the trap back (Juggg)
These rapper rap cap they bluffing on snapchat (Bluffin)
Thowing that ass and you know I'm a snatch that (Slime)
Grip on my d*** while I play with her flapjack (Flap)
Fiesty lil b**** I talk s*** and she snap back (Snap)
Not loving no b**** cause these b****** be nat nats (Nat nat)