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BP Music (feat. Rob49 & YTB Fatt)
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(You would fly too if you link up with Frenchie) Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh I went platinum off makin' murder music, 'nother plaque talkin' 'bout the stove Kick the pot, time to switch the lo' Cho slow down, a hundred P's, two features a week, pussy, I go hard Real stand-up guy, ain't no pullin' my card I'd rather sleep in another nigga yard With a K, huh, on Zai ****in' a thick bitch and she dark I really got killers in New Orleans For a hundred ball, shred the whole coffin For one-twenty, do it broad day For one-forty, they'll creep in your yard For one-eighty, pay a ****in' visit For a two hundred ball, they'll come to your job Squabbled up, take this shit back to Memphis Free shawty, masked up, pandemic South Memphis, I'll wash your dishes I really told the labels how I'm livin' Brand-new deal, seven M's, two K's, and a switch come on side me Another diss, I need another chopper Need that paperwork back, let me resign it My city kill, really get shot Police cameras really on my block Niggas really dyin' on my block The feds really came and swept my block Yeah, feds in the street, but I'm still gon' come Wonder if dude moms know how Pack 'nem come, we be tryna kill her son I been on pimp shit, never on simp shit, nigga, I ain't givin' bitches nothin' Think I love you, I ain't love, I'm lustin', once I ****, it's **** her, yeah I'm in the hood all day with a ****in' K, I'm feelin' safe I done met the plug myself, flyin' pounds back from state to state If the bitch ain't freaky, she leavin', need to call an Uber or beat your face I done been on pills for four months straight, when I stop, I still could taste 'em, yeah My big cuz can beat the streets, but he'd rather come hate on me I done ****ed on rapper hoes, bitch-ass nigga gotta pay for features Before this shit, she was ****in' a bum, but she know Big 4 don't need her, huh Ask the gang, every time I eat, I'm splittin' my slice of pizza, huh We the youngest turnt out my city, who pop more shit than us? Neck crushed, wrist crushed, and my ****in' ears crushed, huh I was sellin' weed growin' up, now I **** on bougie sluts, huh Couldn't fit in the Lam' car so I bought the ****in' truck, huh Said I was broke, he lied, brodie gon' sleep on his hots Pull up, five foxes bounce out **** a rapper, I'll pay for the feature in flight Lam' truck, pussy pipe slice In my mansion, killers sleep on my couch I ain't just turn up my grandma house Pussy, I piped up three blocks I got Pimp K to set up the blitz All he want a shout out on my 'Gram I got BD to settle the blitz He a smooth dude, he want a hundred pounds DQ just came home, for a brand-new Drac' and a pound, he'll walk you down Baby Fox done wrecked my 'Vette, I was mad, but this shit, can't allow Yeah, I done went BP truck, spent three hundred thousand, I don't give no **** Niggas think they trailin' us, nigga, it's BPP, you ain't trailin' nothin' I ain't tell her no since I met her, every time we link, I give her money One of my cuz rather claim another game than a nigga who love him Every time another body drop, I'ma spin the lot I been prayin' to God to wash my sins, that's all Allah I can't even lied, I thought I died when I got shot I know niggas say it's smoke, but they stay in the highs She ain't freaky, it's **** her, huh I done went put on my brothers, huh I **** bad hoes on that money, I pull out them racks and she give me that cuddy, huh I ran out of bread, I ain't chasin' no bitch, I be chasin' the money If she cap one time, it's doner Big 4s get a bad ho, **** her
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