Bodega Dwellaz ft. Manzu Beatz, Kahlee, Jae Hussle & Cutsupreme Lyrics

Hunnid packs in da pocket of bodega dwellers

The cellar s ain't downstairs he move in any weather

Feel da warm snow storm that froze da wave

Exposed the way that his ignorance chose da grave

And no pass homie this ain't back stage

See no ass 

There's no more back page

You dealing with 3 of the illest rap names

Sicker than whatever variant I'm making that claim

Fuck it 

Body bag anybody 

No white sheet

That's for the words 

We gon bury em 

Quite deep

Only time for action like red 

Bloody tissue in da nose

Handle any money issue and it shows

Sonny told c

Leave it alone

But i ain't c i'ma catch em at 3 in da morn

Park da wip wait for him to show now we got the drop

Take a ride threw the passenger side and watch da shooter pop

You a backseat witness to a murder

That's us

You probably heard of

Trust me get a burner fight

Just to get you further slight

The last servers type

Bring da order quick

Make you a fast learner

Play your position, you a third henchman

We shot calling from behind the velvet ropes. Limited Edition

Reserved table enter through the kitchen

My wheel man doubles as my right hand and my finger's itching  

The paparazzi flicking flash, smell the cash like it's Bleu Chanel, chasing off the sharks Like a killer whale

The Sam Rothstein, catch you skimming the frosting. The church pew sticky fingers Dipping in the offerings

If that's stacking chips, I'm chopping potatoes 

PO box in San Diego, I'm in Trinidad Tobago

Upgraded the operation focus on the big picture, while they chose cooperation traitors to They own scripture

A funny game, they be playing just to build a name

You tryna be the Dark Knight or be Bruce Wayne?

A hero dies or lives enough to turn villain

Some'll trade they heart and soul and never even reach a million.

Ayo you get caught missing the message you hate messenger

Body slam i ring with these arms but i ain't wrestling

You know my niggaz top dollar nothin is lesser than

We ova get it for the times slow we stretched ends

And everything is cool move around fork in the road

You make too much money get low here come the probe

Always g talking code sub zero lines every poem

Got cook more than ya stove the first son of jerome

I blast out never fold desire matching my confidence

They wayy too hop on dick to take'em serious

Tough talking delirious less fast more furious betta cuff her she curious (Slight pause)

How the game go

No malice just calling plays bro everything on the table

Side deals get fatal rule to life be stable headed up be grateful