Bidi Bum Bum ft. 3N Kei & 3N Lil Jay Lyrics

Turntt Don innis bitch it ain't no bitch for me

3N No New Niggas

Alr, alr

Ay, bitch I'm thuggin', hoes tweakin' inna party, they know Don innit

Freaky bitch you gotta leave after I crack, it ain't no time innit

Aight, you can set a clock and we can fuck until the time finished

She wanna rub on my 'Miris, that ain't the dick, that's just a nine innit

I ain't trickin', we just fuckin', baby, I ain't gotta dime for you

When she put it on me, got me hot just like an ironing board

I ain't tryna fuck unless I'm off the jiggas, now I'm high for it

Nigga muggin' in the club off a bitch, well, you gon' die for it

It's a runner on my dick, she wanna fuck cause I got pape

Ah make her get creative, back it up on me sideways

She wanna ride and shoot the Drake, sound like (Bidi bidi, bum bum)

She wanna blow my socks, bitch, don't stop until the nut come

She wanna hear me rap, she say it make her wet as hell

While yo nigga plottin' on me, I'ma make him catch a shell

Bae, I wanna push some jacks, can I send them to yo mail?

I just gave the bitch the dick, so I know she wanna tell

Alright, haha, that's how we finna play it onnis bitch Don?

Ayy, you don't even need no job, baby, come and spend the night with me

Two naked bitches in my room tryna fight with me

Okay, she rubbin' on the 'Miris, bae, I know you like the patches

I ah walk a nigga down across the stage like a pageant

She gon' put up with my shit cause she know I'm touchin' rackies

I'ma hit it from the back and make it clap like my strap be

Okay, baby, back it up, I'm tryna put it on your bum bum

Doggy reachin' for my chain, man, that nigga must be dumb, huh

Slap a 50 on my Glock, that bitch sound like (Bidi bidi, bum bum)

Baby, get up on your knees, you got talent, go and suck sumn

I ah catch a nigga out and give him Shells like a gas station

Baby, call my phone onnat, alright

Ayy, baby, call my phone onnat rim, I'm tryna get up in her

Had her on her knees with two hands, this bitch is not a sinner

We gon' see who really finish first, baby, I'm a winner

I ain't even tryna eat you out, bitch you is not no dinner

(Come thro it onna nigga)

(Bitch come thro it onna nigga)

(Bidi bidi, bum bum)

Yea 3N No New Niggas

(Bidi bidi, bidi, bidi bum bum)

Bitch I'm inna stolo, I be ridin' through the bity

Put it on her bum-bum, cause she ain't want it on her titties

He inna club throwin ones, I'm inna club throwin fifties

She say, how you big blood and you be hangin' with them sixties?

(Man, what?) Bitch, cause them my brothers, I can't go without em

Sista' banging sixties, she got thirties hangin' out her pockets

Treat these hoes like I'm Shaq, after I fuck, I just block em

Hit him in his leg, he go through surgery like Ibaka

Feelin like I'm Rondo, ridin' around with this nine on me

Send her ass to god, if I found out that she lyin' to me

If you scared to shoot a Glock, then you can't ride with me

Got the Glock 29, finna slide at like 9:20

Choppa eat that nigga up just like a pizza bagel

Man, walkin' pharmaceutical with percs, I got like 50 patients

Really don't be fuckin' with these hoes, cause all these bitches basic

Feds pick him up, I bet he sing like Aretha Franklin

I ain't gon' lie, baby, just back it up

Bitches in rotation, they in line just like a pack of gum

Niggas always chillin' on the block, boy, you ain't lack enough

Slide thru, shoot bullets at his chest, King Kong tryna clap it up

Beatin' up the pussy for three hours, this shit weak as hell

Cappin' to these hoes on Instagram, but nigga, we can tell

Told her turn around and make it clap, I'm tryna see some tail

That nigga been a flunky, never think, that's why he in jail

I always keep a pole, nigga, that's what groupie bitches hate

Sippin' on his lean all fuckin' day just like some lemonade

Postin' 10 racks after she left me, now she sick as aids

Postin' money like a flunky', so I sent my nigga Eight

He come through takin' shit just like the IRS

Got some white hoes playin' with Dog like I'm Johnny Test

I'm on my phone playin' with fraud, this is not a test

Jump in the crowd and beat ah opp like I'm Ron Artest

Nigga, bidi-bum bum

Biddy, biddy, biddy-bum-bum

3N No New Niggas

Bitch, know what the fuck goin' on