bhsniggas by Thatdamiankid Lyrics
[Intro]
Im abouta end this mans whole career
Boom Bam Bop
Bada Ba Boop
Pow
[Verse 1]
Every morning that im waken up
Some nigga tryna say wassup
Some nigga tryna be like trump
Better run like u gump
You done fucked up x2
Ima say it twice like im lil pump (lil pump)
Face to face they dont really say much
Bhs niggas
Wanna say i had enough
Fuck it this too much fun
Mr. tryna bust a nut
Never close thoe
Ask angela stuck
In the friendzone
Dont really understand thoe
Dont do hip hop
Be like yo pops
Stick to watching pornos
Tryna find attention no nemo
Tryna ride my wave no lil boat
Everybody takes you as a joke
Chris rock
Send you right back to river rock
That hoe should’ve swallow you deepthroat
You a product of a thot
You a product off the coke
My ass going to mexico you thought
Dealin with product el chapo
Of bompton ion let a show
Cuz if i do then
Probably let it blow
Rep the set
323 shooters like KD
Everyone eyein me like im illumanti
Again I am not sorry
Got a red dot on they ass
Talkin shit behind my back
A normal bhs class
Said it outloud and you walked out of the class
Talkin like you about murdin shit
Nah no where neat that
Fake ass 22 savage
Make it clap nah
Too busy
Maken stacks
All dress in black
Your funeral
Like im kodak
I do it like dat
When i expose str8 facts
On my smooth criminal
On my mj dance
Not all choppy your rough draft
New one will be worse than your last
When i heard it all i can do was laugh
Yea fucken heard it all i did was fucken laugh
You Mikes personal bitch
Damn you so bad
He ain't want nun to it begin with
He know im so wicked
Pushin me to the edge
All my friends are dead
Well damn nigga at least
I had friends to begin with
You on some lonely
Giligan shit
After hearin this
Go talkin
Like damn
Here he go again
The kid dont play pretend
No fake x2
All real no you can't relate
U Almost flunked second grade
Couldn't even read a page
Can't even talk to a page
Not expectin you to say it to my face
Got this beef of my plate
Put my two salts in this
Call me salt bae
On to the next
Need the steak on my plate
Andale
Keep a jesus piece on my chain
Incase a nigga try me today
Ion play these sega games
Niggas youz a lame
Actin you blow out brains
Just to have a fucken name
Tryna diss me im just tryna maintain
Call me project baby thanks for grace
Come at me the wrong way
Ima make sure you pay
Weed smoke we blow
You a lame we know
Tagging people for views
Oh no
Tryna be better than young goat
Nigga start with your shoes woah
Says food stamps all over it oo
You fall apart no post malone oo
Nigga take the L im gone you lose
Shame on a nigga
You hidin in dark
When it come to this
Ion have no heart
Smoken niggas up
Cuban cigar
Fuck with me fuck and my squad
Like we wu tang
You a typical bitch
Mood swings
Kick it like im lou caine
Make you insane
Finna have mouth full of gold
Johnny dang
With all the hate Success comes my way
Cmon bhs niggas lets see what you got to
Say x2
Hey
Im abouta end this mans whole career
Boom Bam Bop
Bada Ba Boop
Pow
[Verse 1]
Every morning that im waken up
Some nigga tryna say wassup
Some nigga tryna be like trump
Better run like u gump
You done fucked up x2
Ima say it twice like im lil pump (lil pump)
Face to face they dont really say much
Bhs niggas
Wanna say i had enough
Fuck it this too much fun
Mr. tryna bust a nut
Never close thoe
Ask angela stuck
In the friendzone
Dont really understand thoe
Dont do hip hop
Be like yo pops
Stick to watching pornos
Tryna find attention no nemo
Tryna ride my wave no lil boat
Everybody takes you as a joke
Chris rock
Send you right back to river rock
That hoe should’ve swallow you deepthroat
You a product of a thot
You a product off the coke
My ass going to mexico you thought
Dealin with product el chapo
Of bompton ion let a show
Cuz if i do then
Probably let it blow
Rep the set
323 shooters like KD
Everyone eyein me like im illumanti
Again I am not sorry
Got a red dot on they ass
Talkin shit behind my back
A normal bhs class
Said it outloud and you walked out of the class
Talkin like you about murdin shit
Nah no where neat that
Fake ass 22 savage
Make it clap nah
Too busy
Maken stacks
All dress in black
Your funeral
Like im kodak
I do it like dat
When i expose str8 facts
On my smooth criminal
On my mj dance
Not all choppy your rough draft
New one will be worse than your last
When i heard it all i can do was laugh
Yea fucken heard it all i did was fucken laugh
You Mikes personal bitch
Damn you so bad
He ain't want nun to it begin with
He know im so wicked
Pushin me to the edge
All my friends are dead
Well damn nigga at least
I had friends to begin with
You on some lonely
Giligan shit
After hearin this
Go talkin
Like damn
Here he go again
The kid dont play pretend
No fake x2
All real no you can't relate
U Almost flunked second grade
Couldn't even read a page
Can't even talk to a page
Not expectin you to say it to my face
Got this beef of my plate
Put my two salts in this
Call me salt bae
On to the next
Need the steak on my plate
Andale
Keep a jesus piece on my chain
Incase a nigga try me today
Ion play these sega games
Niggas youz a lame
Actin you blow out brains
Just to have a fucken name
Tryna diss me im just tryna maintain
Call me project baby thanks for grace
Come at me the wrong way
Ima make sure you pay
Weed smoke we blow
You a lame we know
Tagging people for views
Oh no
Tryna be better than young goat
Nigga start with your shoes woah
Says food stamps all over it oo
You fall apart no post malone oo
Nigga take the L im gone you lose
Shame on a nigga
You hidin in dark
When it come to this
Ion have no heart
Smoken niggas up
Cuban cigar
Fuck with me fuck and my squad
Like we wu tang
You a typical bitch
Mood swings
Kick it like im lou caine
Make you insane
Finna have mouth full of gold
Johnny dang
With all the hate Success comes my way
Cmon bhs niggas lets see what you got to
Say x2
Hey