BBS

This that gold bbs flow Plastic nike air tags on your original 4's Niggas done z'd on ya mans And im rollin a O Leave em sleep, I don't need them suckas Listening to me Pack the bong full wit everything except the kitchen sink Underneath which I keep a set of andis clippers I can fix my lining up Before we go over by them bitches A quick little something Can't get the back I don't know where I left my hand mirror Type of dilemma's i'll never hinder my jet living We just chillin So don't come around here, fake-toughing Running off the women Bossed up, all us Outside the club waiting to tip drivers who pull our cars up The fuck you thought this was, dawg I'm a trill muthafucka after all Haters is dressed as safety nets encouraging my fall Won't catch me there But you can catch me on air, when my new shit premier At whatever media outlet decides to play it fair Fuck playing dead, pimpin, I'mma play the bear Grizzly, seriously, fishborne turned flipstyles Furiously This that 70's soul Green, Al chemistry Ay mane, been a G since Buddy Lees Lames be cuffin they jeans, and they bitches I be cooking these bird ass hoes Running circles round em They rotisserie chickens Love gotta shovel in her hand I see you diggin Strike gold, build yo own coffin with it Dead ass Flick ashes on the girls in my past tense The telly's for the ones I was just fucking The crib's for the one I was gon' get right back with Its easy to get tangled in the stars Spangled Mangled in the night life, living out my bars Dangerous, yeah