BMF (feat. Icewear Vezzo)

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(D.A. got that dope)
 This shit like BMF
 Know YRB in here
 I jump out, diamonds hit, temper tantrum, throw a fit (hit, hit, hit)
 Move wrong, I let this Draco spit (boom), take this heart (boom), blow a kiss
 Uh-huh, this shit like BMF, we ain't the ones you should go against (nigga, I'm YRB)
 I get shit out of here (blatt), you can't even duck if I blow the switch (get 'em out of here)
 Uh, we came with sticks like a Chinese dish
 We score like "Swish" so don't try me, bitch (huh)
 Two Glock twins, look like Siamese twins (boom, boom, boom, boom)
 They know they fucked up when they let mе in (they fucked up)
 I need $100K times tеn (racks)
 My lil' brother got booked for an M
 He went to bid soon as I went big
 When he touch, I got paper for him
 I told the bros I'll make it for them (I'll make it for 'em)
 Love to flex like I stay at the gym (I love to-)
 Ain't lost a soul, they ain't make an attempt (uh, no)
 Nigga play and he taking a trip (fuck)
 Nigga, I won't slip (nigga, I won't slip)
 I get 'em dipped, I got too much chip
 I down a drink, I own too much sip
 Uh, I get him stank, he got too much lip (that nigga stank)
 Yeah, she let me fuck, she got too much ass in the back (keep goin', nigga)
 When we spot an opp, I bet he have an asthma attack (get your bitch ass down, nigga)
 Uh, she a freak, she like to ride with me with her head in my lap (eat, eat, eat)
 I put shit in motion like the quarterback, I was that guy before I had a sack (racks)
 Uh, these niggas washed like a laundromat (washed)
 Talking 'bout a hundred shots, bitch, we brought more than that (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
 He love to woof on that internet 'til we talk about cash, he ignoring that
 Big F&N make him back up, I been broke before but I ain't going back (uh-uh)
 My lil' bros love to act up (gang), they hit his block in a stolo 'Cat (there you go, there you go)
 I jump out, diamonds hit, temper tantrum, throw a fit (hit, hit, hit)
 Move wrong, I let this Draco spit (boom), take this heart (boom), blow a kiss
 Uh-huh, this shit like BMF, we ain't the ones you should go against (nigga, I'm YRB)
 I get shit out of here (blatt), you can't even duck if I blow the switch (get 'em out of here)
 Uh, we came with sticks like a Chinese dish
 We score like "Swish" so don't try me, bitch (huh)
 Two Glock twins, look like Siamese twins (boom, boom, boom, boom)
 They know they fucked up when they let me in (they fucked up)
 I need $100K times ten (racks, phew)
 My lil' brother got booked for an M (phew)
 He went to bid soon as I went big (yeah, Drank God)
 When he touch, I got paper for him (yeah)
 Goofy-ass nigga want smoke, run past
 We blow shit, got F&N in my coat (bah, bah, bah)
 Slidin', opps be hidin' (yeah, yeah), pull up to the crib where Drac' shoot shit through the door
 Real Drac' man, two hunnid on the Patek, off lean, lil' nigga, a wrist full of snow
 Brick full of coke (yeah), sell pills and the K got a Glock 19 with a switch and a scope
 Tweak off a bar (hmm), Lambo' fast, them 7.62s don't leap in the car (skrrt)
 Chopper on the seat (yeah), flex like Meech, get shot in the street if you think you Lamar (pussy)
 Fuck them niggas, rich-ass side, we ain't lacking no shows, snuck heat in the party
 Chain so bright (yeah), shine like a light, make it close your eyes, niggas thinking it's dark
 Me and young Stunna, we don't count racks, count hunnids (why racks?)
 AR-15 like thunder (bah, bah), traphouse jumping (what?)
 I be in the crack house pumping, big Glock, they ain't eating off nothing
 Whole watch froze (yeah), slide through the six, thirty rounds in the clip
 Did a whole block tote (did a whole hood-)
 These hoes be choosy (hmm), thinking we going, you stupid
 Leave a nigga ho, drop forty, nigga (pussy)
 

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Duration
03:01
Key
1
Tempo
122 BPM

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