Hey, B-Bro, let me see that bar, okay?
Uh, B-I-6-H-E-F-F
Uh, B-F
Throw your sixes up, nigga, throw your sixes up
Uh, I got this trauma for your mama
There's no label * exclusive
Matchin' with your baby mama, nigga
Uh, it's who the hell
Uh, boss talk, there's no label * exclusive
Still ain't even hit the shelves
It's time to give them what they ask for
Stackin' up my cash more, 220 on the dashboard
Could've put me in fast forward
Now I can't afford it to pay the mortgage
I'm the landlord, this new rug imported
Mommy on the 110 floor
That ain't no business, I'm the captain in the coast
In the trenches throwin' my sixes
Gettin' it crackin' with the locs
We the ones who makin' it happen
And I'm snappin' with provoke
You don't wanna see my reaction
Get to clappin' at your folks
I can tell that he be actin' on that cap
And I can tell that he be actin' on that cap
And I can tell that he be actin' on them posts
Can't stop laughin' at his cap *
Cause I know that * a hoax
I feel like Kane with the 5.0 to chain
Match the spokes
Tryna be the first nigga in my hood
That came through with a ghost
Tryna buy the crib on Stokes
Don't need no loan to fix it up
If it's money on my phone
You know I gotta pick it up
Bout that green on swingin' stick
I tell my shooter how to putt
Got a white boy round the way
That's catchin' plays like Cooper Cuff
It's for sure
If he ever on the floor
Then he gon' score
What you said about my mom
I feel like O-Dawg in that store
Give it to him raw
And keep him comin' for some more
And if I ever lose it
I'll word to Allah
I'll kick yo' door
I'm a menace to society
I got variety
There's no label, *, exclusive
Bitch, you ain't as flязzy
I hope that you ain't try me
Cause I got time today
We get high today
This * I pop
Ain't for anxiety
A menace to society
I got variety
There's no label, *, exclusive
Bitch, you ain't as flязzy
I hope that you ain't try me
Bitch, I got time today
We get high today
This * I pop
Ain't for anxiety
Hold on, sko
Ain't for anxiety
Hold on, sko
Let's go
Uh, uh, ain't for anxiety, I hope that you ain't trying me
Bitch, I got tired of the day we get, how the day this * I, uh, I slept on
I tell 20, hit that alley, get you stepped on
Eat a nigga face, all bad souls, I feel like Teflon
I got paper on me, watch me spread it on my left arm
I caught it, yeah, lizards with prescriptions, pay the check for
You see my money coming quicker, popped out with a dub
But I ain't trying to take no pictures, I got love for skinny hoes
But mine's thicker than a snicker, shorty wanna roll
She got bring a friend for Twitter, that's the plan, ho
Uh, bring some bitches for my bad bros
I ain't gotta talk about my beef, cause I've been laying low
Poppy hit the obby out here, I can like eat Rambo
When I hit the streets, I whip my cheek like it's a Lambo
I've been popping * since we is, rocking shots and camo
Get a nigga plug, I call the shots like I'm commando
You trapping out that bad though
Oh, huh, being broke ain't funny, so if you ain't got no money, what you playing for?
Menace to society, I got variety
There's no label, * is oozy
Bitch, I got paper on me, watch me spread it on my left arm
Bitch, you ain't this
I lost my breath