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)
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 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

[Interlude]
We'll make a snakin nigga never wanna slime again
We Gon shoot the extras can't have no niggas chimin in
Ain't no nigga bummin thru this bitch unless they tappin in
Give a f*ck about them fake as world niggas rapping in

[Verse 2]
All my apes aggressive, we don't know shit bout passiveness
We get the chance to stretch him, know my niggas gon pass on nem
We done been thru that bitch bout 10 times, y'all ain't on shit
Baby momma want dick I ate that bitch to get her outta here
You on live can't afford war ain't got no choppas there
Know I stay on go, niggas been on go ain't no stopping here
Big bhop, chop my whole chop, Chop a nigga hair
Bust a nigga right in up in his shit I feel like he stared
We ain't scared to air a nigga out, on my momma
Pop door, tryna air a nigga out like it's too late
We on tip I can't spare a nigga now, everybody with me want smoke, I shared him with the squaa hahahaha 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
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

[Outro]
My nigga Lee, I think we got another one

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