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kill hill - bamm costello lyrics

[chorus]
they say i got anger issues
cause i don’t like to be f*cked with
but you know i mind business
always in the cut with it
i don’t really f*ck with y’all
but the vibe i f*ck with
i ain’t got the time to hang
cause the trap jumping
if you only knew the truth
i’m a real maniac
all this death drove me crazy
i just want my n*ggas bacc
i remember bacc in school
when i was selling good gas
jumped the fence to go home
i stopped stealing hall pass
god, why my n*ggas dying?
got me feeling upset
i don’t know what’s what
and i don’t know what’s next
homie, i don’t trust you
you be moving suspect
i’ll cross a n*gga out
like math was the subject
[verse]
if a n*gga run up on me, ima leave him where he standing
hollows flying through his body, got em looking like he dancing
in my mind, we just fuccin
in her mind, we romancing
in my mind, she ain sh*t!
in her mind, she think she fancy

i am not a normal n*gga
(mexican is what i am)
ima dog in a hat
(eating blue eggs & ham)
catch me speeding through the hood
(in a stolen trans am)
f*cked the b*tch so good
(she yelled out d*mn bamm)
before i ever go commercial, i’m go take a different route
they way i’m sh*tting on you n*ggas, i need more toilets in my house
i heard the p*ssy n*gga snitching, put some stitches on his mouth
they should’ve told the stupid n*gga what lil bamm was all about

[bridge]
if his phone turnt off
i can still call him out
if the b*tch gassed up
i can still stall her out
i am not a normal person
so don’t treat me like i’m one
i ain’t gotta tell you bout me
cause the streets know what i’ve done done
[chorus]
they say i got anger issues
cause i don’t like to be f*cked with
but you know i mind business
always in the cut with it
i don’t really f*ck with y’all
but the vibe i f*ck with
i ain’t got the time to hang
cause the trap jumping
if you only knew the truth
i’m a real maniac
all this death drove me crazy
i just want my n*ggas bacc
i remember bacc in school
when i was selling good gas
jumped the fence to go home
i stopped stealing hall pass
god, why my n*ggas dying?
got me feeling upset
i don’t know what’s what
and i don’t know what’s next
homie, i don’t trust you
you be moving suspect
i’ll cross a n*gga out
like math was the subject

- bamm costello lyrics

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