Bodega BAMZ - Where Ya Horns At lyrics

[Intro] Just a thug, baby I'm just a thug, baby They force my hand though, Ohla Tryna be real cool and all that What you expect though, pa? If I ain't the best motherf**er then you call him out to me, man I done came up in this motherf**er Yo, yo, Tanboys, Papi [Hook] Yeah, you came up, where my horns at? Yeah, you came up, where my horns at? Yeah, you came up, where my horns at? Yeah, you came up, where my horns at? Yeah, you came up, where my horns at? Yeah, you came up, where my horns at? Yeah, you came up, where my horns at? Yeah, you came up, where my horns at? Yeah, you came up, where my horns at? Yeah, you came up, where my horns at? Yeah, you came up, where my horns at? Yeah, you came up, where my horns at? Yeah, you came up, where my horns at? Yeah, you came up, where my horns at? Yeah, you came up, where my horns at? Yeah, you came up, where my horns at? [Verse] Deal in the middle of [?] Connect name Sesa, just bring extra I don't f** with ya, I just might hit ya You might get zipped up, your soul get lift up I used to chill on the block with O and [?] I still do but now it's in a blue convertible seis Cash rules everything, must go in a safe Pedal to the floor just in case we go in a chase You never had weight, you never had a spot Low from the cops, fiends coming every damn day You ain't got k**as, you ain't never bought c**aine On your pinky finger, tell me how it taste I really backed up, I really carry guns Two machetes on my wall, cut it out, son I ain't never scared, I ain't never run Ask [?] who the f** used to bring the guns .38 special, Mossberg in the trunk Look me in my eyes, motherf**er play dumb You a b**h n***a, call 9-11 We ain't dogs, raise Hell just to go to Heaven You tryna pluck who? I ain't got feathers I bring the whole East Harlem right to Parkchester Papi bad news, they wanna regroup You ain't a boss, [?] shoes You got a driver now, real comfortable Real f**ing cool, n***a, real f**ing cool I made my own wave, I got my own hood I wish you would, man, I wish a motherf**er would Tell your driver that I said, "Chill out" ‘Cause we all know what he's all about You tryna make a [?], well he ain't the route You wanna copy so much, put these in your mouth [Bridge] Make it cinematic with these automatics Make it cinematic with these automatics Make it cinematic with these automatics Make it cinematic with these automatics They don't rep the city, they don't go hard They don't rep the city, they don't go hard They don't rep the city, they don't go hard Nobody, n-n-nobody f** wit' y'all [Interlude] I ain't never s** dick, my n***a I played my position and my role to the fullest And that's why I'm the motherf**ing best (Yo, these n***as is soft!) If I'm lying, tell me (Yo, these n***as is soft!) I'm as humble as pie, but you motherf**ers reaching, baby (These n***as is soft, man!) I never swag [?] another man This Tanboy sh** is all f**in' real (Everything you hear, I live!) I'm lying!? (I made these n***as [?], Ohla) Tell me I'm lying, baby, ha ha, ha ha (These n***as is soft!) (Tanboys, Tanboys, Tanboys, Tanboys) (East side, n***a, Tanboys) (U-God, what up? [?], what up?) (East side, what up? East side, what up?) [Hook] Yeah, you came up, where my horns at? Yeah, you came up, where my horns at? Yeah, you came up, where my horns at? Yeah, you came up, where my horns at? Yeah, you came up, where my horns at? Yeah, you came up, where my horns at? Yeah, you came up, where my horns at? Yeah, you came up, where my horns at?