BYOB x ASN x PAPI GANG ft. John Wicks & Bowe Jack 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