BamBam DaSavage - No Scammin' Lyrics

Bam Bam Da Savage
Oooh
Ill Will what it do
D Nell what it do man
Big bands baby, I ain't scammin
And she call me daddy every time I'm thrammin
Call me two percs shawty I be jammin
When I up this Glock ain't no jammin
F*ck the whole party up I be bammin out
Nina don't take his top off bet this Mac would
Hit it one time you pass out yea it's that good
F*ckin on another nigga bitch that back good
Plug hit my phone and ask me was the batch good
At a pop up and I'm smokin with trap woods
My niggas at your door like the purge don't panic
All my niggas they demonic they satanic
Couldn't went better nigga if I planned it
OG f*cked the plastic up I buy it in the can
And I just brought a Glock cause it won't jam
Only kick it with my brothers won't squill in a jam
You blow a bag on that pussy I stroke it for free
Been looking for that bag and it been looking for me
Hit up Ill Will nigga if you booking me
Fry a nigga like bologna killers cook for me
I'm on some crash dummy shit I don't give a f*ck
Smokin gas with the Ercs just to get me stuck
How you say you love me baby and you give me up
Told her hop up on this dick baby Getty up
Her nigga ain't lit so I lit it up
Two grams of moon rock I just lit it up
I'm too sick with the shits I'm bout to spit it up
Hit a lick with my brother then we split it up
You play me back then now you want me make your mind up
And once that bussdown come then it's times up
Stop wasting your time baby and holding mines up
It's big B's over here I'm throwing mines up
Gang!