Bimbo Back - Bimbo

You’re now tuned into the motherfucking greatest

Elo on the beat (Gang, gang, gang)

Fuck is y’all niggas talkin' 'bout? Grade A shit, man

Y’all know how it go, man

All these niggas fake

So much that I cannot relate

Remember I jumped in the Wraith

And now I send shots at your face

Can’t catch me, I pick up the pace

So much money, can’t fit in a safe

Y’all lames are broke, can’t get to the bag

'Cause y’all niggas don’t know the way

Only usin' runners to go in the spot, them cameras’ll not get the drop

Baby girl, keep them pants on, I just want the top

And when you see me with the gang, you better tuck your chain

We got them lasers, .38s, my trendies put in pain

We only shootin' for the head, the vest can guard your frame

Baby gotta pay a fare, she wanna ride the train

All I do is set the trend 'cause we are not the same

And this nine’ll stop your night like this, Eddie Kane

I am not your man, girl, so don’t call my phone

Remember eating ramen noodles, now I’m on the road

Can’t remember if I hit 'cause I was off Patrón

Waking up in Neverland 'cause this is not my home

And I’m slidin' with Fuck12, no, I am not alone

Diamonds dancin', shit like ice, it’s like I dropped a light

Flying out from state to state, I could change your life

Heard you talkin' to your friends or you believe the hype

Got her up under the wing, but it’s just for the night

Then I split her with the gang like she’s some fried rice

Finesse and mack, it’s no McGrady, I might fuck your lady

I got the bag, it’s fuck you, pay me, cop a new Mercedes

Off the drugs, he think I’m sleepin', but I really peep him

The 40 on me and he creepin', just give me a reason

And now he lookin' like a pussy, he wet 'cause he bleedin'

Samoa Cookie or the Runtz, while I’m smokin', she eatin'

Shawty said she think I’m peein', she cummin', she screamin'

Now she can’t leave me alone, in my crib on the weekend

Want her name inside a song, but I told her she tweakin'

Michael Jackson, Dirty Diana, you can bet I beat it

Never seen her in the streets, but she in my sheets

When you pull up to the 40, come roll out with Petes

All my niggas on the block and you know we them G’s

Shawty think she is a diva, let me get between

Catchin' head inside the drop, I crash, I cop the Bim'

I know a couple niggas wife her, now she on her knees

Now she on her knees

Crash that whip, I crash that shit

Keep 'em pumpin' and I got them G’s

All my niggas, yeah, they throwin' B’s

That’s double-M shit, man

You know this shit, you know the vibes, man

Free Savage, man

Fuck the other side niggas, man

Gang, gang gang

Gang gang gang gang