Bam Bam Calboy

[Intro: Calboy]
No I'm not worried ’bout weapons
No I'm not worried 'bout weapons
No I’m not worried 'bout
No I'm not worried 'bout

[Hook: Calboy]
No I'm not worried 'bout weapons
You sending threats you a dead man
Bro nem tweaking off the xans man
Bet he wear them bullets like a headband
Bro them bullets burning give you red tan
Bullets hot they give you red tan
Breaking down the raw like Bam Bam
Breaking down the raw just call me Bam Bam (Aye)
Like Malcolm im stuck in the middle (Aye)
With money and drugs and 4 nickels
Don't come around here with them guns that's so little
I fell in love with them drugs just a little
Shawty say she wanna play like a fiddle
But I promise I’m just solving all them riddles
Niggas wolfin’ I got some dogs that'll get you
If you in the way then nigga ima hit you (ooh)

[Verse 1: Calboy]
I got niggas pulling triggas’, shoot
Anyway that we gon get em ooh
I'm sippin' lean this ain't no liqua, true
I’ve been this way just for a minute, ooh
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I catch a nigga watch his body ooze
You talking crazy then you lose a tooth
You disrespecting end up on the news
My brother rolling off a hitta my nigga
That me he wildin and he airing out niggas
Beef on twiiter I ain't hearing you niggas
You bleed how I bleed I ain't fearing no nigga
Hamma' on me when I ride
Leave the hamma' on me we dont fight
See them coppas we duck and we hide
See them oppas we let bullets fly