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Black Mamba Remix Lyrics by Aerial Ace

2020

[Chorus: Montana of 300]
Put me in my zone, Black Mamba
Can't believe you gone, Black Mamba
Made it rain fourth quarter, Black Mamba
Givin' game to my daughter, Black Mamba, ayy
I'ma ball out, Black Mamba
Play my heart out, Black Mamba
Niggas can't hold me, Black Mamba, ayy
Ballin' like I'm Kobe, Black Mamba, ayy
Put me in my zone, Black Mamba
Can't believe you gone, Black Mamba
Made it rain fourth quarter, Black Mamba
Givin' game to my daughter, Black Mamba, ayy
I'ma ball out, Black Mamba
Play my heart out, Black Mamba
Niggas can't hold me, Black Mamba, ayy
Ballin' like I'm Kobe, Black Mamba
[Verse 1: Jora]
Won't comment on many men
Niggas like silvadene, pussy, niggas don't want it then
Talking 'bout stepping in rings
She saw me, my nigga, she saying she wanting a ring
I'm flexing the drip like a dog out of water
Ya bitch, she want neck like she wearing a collar
I slide wit' the stick like I'm skiing down mountains
Then show out the round like water out fountains
Hop out the whip and start greeting
I'm focusing, now that these suckas done started to fleeing
Move out of the way, I'm doing just fine
Anybody that run it, they'll get left behind
Round to ya stomach like you wanda knocked up
Switch it like a move on a bitch, you get mocked up
Most of y'all corny, niggas want the upper hand
Until I slide with the stick something like Tarzan
Look, niggas iffy, they want the open hand
But they don't know the wrist, I'm popping like rubber bands
JoJo, I got a stand, get ya punk ass rocked
I'm keeping a sock until ya bitch ass get slopped
Keep a stick, wet yo' ass up, niggas got a mop
Until they fall, needing life alert, this is where they drop
Big drum, 40 dumping out shells out the slot
Now I'm showing double D's like a bitch with a crop top
We fixing a puzzle, they wanting a slot
Sonning you niggas like boys out the box
Ya punching be off, you think it's the same
Wet up a nigga, you stuck in the rain
I be in my room, scratching a scratch off
She want the hammer back, Thor, I'm in Asgard
Mixing it up, we fuck on a futon
Come with ideas, my name Jimmy Neutron
Crazy, I caught niggas slipping weeks
Back while in school, these niggas was meek
They swore that they fuck wit' me, nigga, they lied
Rounds in the face like they smacked with a pie
Niggas been fake, they don't what is thurl
Until I found while I chilled wit' his girl
She said I was better, she wanted me ace
Looking at him, while she laugh in my face
So this nigga got mad, he was acting stupid
Talking 'bout niggas done hate on his music
I made him ace, but he forget that
After one song, he just wanna do rap
Crazy how niggas now hiding like durags
Ace, we coming with straps like a bookbag
Niggas is bias, they judging the flow
Bullets gon' stick to his back like a note
Rounds go into his body like Sonic
Mike Epps the dog, I'll sleep him wit' chronic
Growing up, do something wrong, they would hit us
My drip, controllable clean like the dishes
Loop be the gang, we rising on top
Coming down straight from the sky like a drop
My niggas is thrul, we spitting the truth
We do not lie, we speaking the truth
Even wit rapping, we step in the booth
Run it, run out ya mouth like a tooth
Niggas is biased, they brain is too loose
Shit, you niggas can't step in our shoes
Gone
[Verse 2: Aerial Ace]
And the choppa give you squares fresh cuts like a lawn
Young killer in his prime, no age of ultron
Search my bars, blow ya mind paradigms, can't respawn
I'ma jack the mic, son, spit crack till it's dawn
Said you wanna be a king, I put a cap to a pawn
Punches have ya corrected, right hook did him wrong
Guns singing non-stop like it's hooked to a song
I'm whippin' the rover, I get too deranged
My nigga Jora, he doing the same
I ain't gon' hold you, we spilling ya brains
When we tappin' them arms like we can't find ya veins
Life's though prior copping mills
In them rags, ain't nobody wanna cop a feel
No philly PD when I cop a mill
Working magic with Da vids, now they copping feels
Spark plug windows open from my bars on will
I'm a pimp, charging fees to the game like bills
The cannon watch ya every move like a highlight reel
So don't try me, everyone Yao I Shaquille
Ace don't spit fire, he just throw up lava
Yeah, I'm fly till I die, R.I.P Black Mamba
Niggas really cut you off for just $200
And what I mean, they less real than the Fortnite Llama
I set up punchlines upside, stepping boxers
Slides past you, then it hits B-2 stealth bomber
Just clapped a bad bitch, she from Guatemala
This Latin lats in, I'm fucking up good posture, agh
You don't want war with the senpai
Watch how I do em dirty, no pink eye
You can catch kicks from this semi
If you caught laggin' like ya motherfucking ping high
You pussies are alone at home
It just take a quick call me and Jora come swing by
We putting that chrome to ya dome
When they search yo' death, it'll be the same way Bing died
Drip too flashy, I'm a walking arcade
And it's got 'em looking sour like some good lemonade
Groupies run on me like raids, they the ones getting slayed
Tryna blow me so long, Lousiana hand grenades
Yeah, I play em like spades, Ace got the sleight of hand
I'll slide with the pole, wet his block, fireman
Bunch of ink to those squares like letters to the fam
Making moves on the web, lil nigga, check ya ram
I'm getting to the racks like Lebron at the rim
This life how I make, like I'm playing Sims
I made it my bitch, when I go then she go
Anything possible, ain't talking bout Kim
I'm feeling like Floyd, I'm never gon' lose
If you feel alarmed, get snoozed
Want smoke with me, nigga? I said "bro sure"
Then metal take him out like a cruise
I grind to the finish, left behind my limits
Wordplay too filthy, someone find me a dentist
This verse so illegal, every crime get a sentence
Wouldn't make it back to Heaven with some time and some penance
#LOOPSHYT, everybody down the line here a menace
Rap game our house, y'all just lie on the premise
Rents due, we expect every dime from you tenants
All that talk make us better so I'm fine with the critics
Spotlight on us, this lime can't diminish
We lit, we live, make ya eyes hit a pivot
Y'all can't scratch the surface with a drive making divots
Black Mamba part two, a killer's mind has been mimicked
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