BAMBA • (REMIX) • Fromaster ft. GOD sustain akadion

Don’t test me—boy, I’ve got time to waste

Brand-new chick obeyin every “Simon say-hey!”

She wanna rendezvous, drop me the clock and place

I clock that grin—she wanna crank the freak-o-clock, hey

Quick setup, I’ll slide right on your curb like valet

Dead-man whisper—conversation’s a C-4 *boom*, aight

Ice-mile stare, I’m frigid like Freon bay

But scorchin’ like South Beach—flashin’ neon ray

They keep me out—they say I’m a loose fuse

Hunh, bitch, I drew the damn blueprints too

Face-drip tickin like the dew just flew

If the shoe chokes, yeah, that barb’s aimed at you

You don’t vibe? Then your screws ain’t tight

Switched-up, suka—straight overnight

Spin that rope-neck chain straight to a noose view

Start a squabble—next stop front-page, six-thirty news

I don’t tape my reactions for them same-minded views

Step on my court, I’ll brick you out your shoes—snooze, you lose

Clock’s tickin while you nap, I’m ransackin the dues

Stackin paper—green notes, indigo hues

Settling past tabs, now the slate’s comin’ clean

Slide in the whip—aye, let’s run that lagoon-blue scene

Don’t prod me—shit, I still own the day

She still twerks like Simon’s echoin, hey

Need a sneak-link? You shoot the time & place

Heard that body hollerin—spit leads to freak-on chase

Prep is already dialed, I’ll warp right on your place

Old ghost mumbles? That’s a C-note with a bang

Stay sub-zero chillin like pure Freon spray

Yet burn like steamy asphalt—summertime neon bay