BFK

[Hook] East side niggas stay bout it West side niggas stay bout it North side niggas stay bout it South side niggas stay bout it bout it [Verse 1] G.I. niggas stay bout it Take a nigga life don’t doubt it Church and the liquor store crowded 911 is a joke don’t dial it We ain't really tripping when the money stay piling Money comin slow then mothafuckas get violent I just want a crib and a coupe low mileage Blowing on some dope with a yellow bone stallion So high, and niggas wanna know why I ride With semi automatic by my side Cause I got niggas comin at my head But I won’t let them bitches stop my bread A mothafucka wanna short my dough I hit him twice with the black fo-fo The witness, courtroom no-show And what a nigga don’t know, won’t go ‘Dro, hoes and the dope game made me On the front page magazine, no label Industry don’t want him cause the nigga’s too gangsta Probably never heard him on ya radio station Way too thug for these mothafuckin’ rappers Rap way better than ya neighborhood trapper Man came down on the uppity bitch I be fuckin' the bitch, let my niggas smash right after Dope in the kitchen gotta get it stretchin' n whippin' Know some niggas that slippin, we can hit a lick if you with it Then I ship and deliver, I ain’t took a trip in a minute Now i’m in the position, I can give it to my lieutenant Need a mothafucka robbed, I’m the nigga for the job Peace to the Slammin' and the 5-Trey Mob What you know about that life in the mask Them Gary, Indiana niggas gift wrap ya casket, how ya love that? [Hook x2] [Verse 2] Yea, I ain’t got time for these bitches Ain’t gotta dime for these bitches Breakin' it down for 3 bitches Duffle stuffed with 3 6’s Heat under the pillow, I sleep wit' my Mrs And I’m havin' dreams that’s bigger than 6 digits Niggas where I rest possessed to whip chickens Livin' on ya dick til ya hit the next shipment So high, and niggas wanna know why I, ride With semi automatic by my, side I need a nigga that’s fosho gon' bust And really I’m the only nigga I, trust And really I'm the only nigga that, cold New shoes, Cadillac on vogues Shine for the dimes and the rat, hoes Check a pack, write a rap, crack, sold And my trunk leave cracks in the pavement Chevy only carry heavy weight, Lord save 'em Just another victim of the game, can you blame ‘em And he stay paid, can’t a lame nigga fade 'em And most of you niggas in the rap game dick blowers But at the end of the day they don't get shit for it But me and mine’s gotta eat, so I’m beatin’ up the street Dinner time, man, I gotta hit a lick for it Send ‘em to God, tryna rob the godfather And if you scared of catchin’ a murder then why bother I’m peelin' off a knock for pots of hot water Niggas wrote me off and it made me grind harder Peace to the East, nigga peace to the chief Got a slug for the judge, bringin' heat for police And a book full of sins that I reap when I sleep Then I wake up and I put em on a beat, how you love that? [Hook]