Hip-Hop/Rap
BP Music (feat. Rob49 & YTB Fatt)
by Culture Jam
Release Date:
2025-10-24
Lyrics
(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
