BAMBI - Don't @ Me

Don't at me
Don't text, don't call, don't snap me
Don't at me
Don't text, don't call, don't snap me
Just flip that bag, don't match me
Made that back like last week
Bout last week, my cash be
Tucked under the backseat
Got four five bands, don't ask me
Got bands on bands don't ask me
Brand new whip and it ain't no beater
Four five bands on a new two-seater
Two more bands on a four-wheel drive
Six more bands on a six-speed ride
Eight more days and they still ain't catch me
Drop top Benz and they still ain't pass me
Five more bands just to catch my vibe
Ten more years just to see em try
Got four-door tints ain't no one see inside
Been balled out since ain't no one take my pride
It take a lot tryna pass me
Anyone else gotta ask me
Anyone else got a problem
Don't at me
Don't text, don't call, don't snap me
Just flip that bag, don't match me
Made that back like last week
Bout last week, my cash be
Tucked under the backseat
Got four five bands, don't ask me
Got bands on bands don't ask me
I know (I know)
Y'all never seen no coupe (Y'all never seen no coupe)
Y'all never seen no roof (Y'all never seen no roof)
Which one we gon' choose (Which one we gon' choose)
Got stars in the ceiling
They hate to see me shine
Got stars in the ceiling
They hate that it be mine
Got four-door tints ain't no one see inside (Ain't no one see inside)
Been balled out since ain't no one take my pride (Ain't no one take my pride)
It take a lot tryna pass me
Anyone else gotta ask me
Anyone else got a problem
Don't at me
Don't text, don't call, don't snap me
Just flip that bag, don't match me
Made that back like last week
Bout last week, my cash be
Tucked under the backseat
Got four five bands, don't ask me
Got bands on bands don't ask me

Written by:
Sherlyn Bakalish

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