(Verse 1:) (Bow, bow) (Me writing this song making a mad ting, when I walk in a room I shine with no bling) (I shine, I shine, I shine) (Yo it’s Waz) Lemme strap in, so I’m locked in The clip in my dot-dot that I'm firin (Bow, bow) You know we don’t do no baby stuff, shank, skeng, Rambo, only shit that’s violent Lurking, lurking we silent In...Learn More