BCA Cypher (feat. JJDhaP, B.C.A Kyn & BankBoi)

Aye OnGod Lil bitch Hahahaaa Man this the BCA cypher man Let's goo I jump on the muthafuckin beat I'm clutching a stick for a opp put a tag on his feet Big Ealey the G You know how I'm rocking I jump on the beat yeah you know it's some heat Yea I'm clutching that heat That bitch got a stick and a beam yeah you try me you go on a T And you know where I be I'm straight from out souf and you know that them niggas don't f*ck wit police Don't f*ck wit police yea we don't f*ck wit 12 If a opp play then we gone give em hell I'm in the strip club and I'm throwing up ones F*ck making it rain I'm making it hail Never blank on a mission I make it a killing i don't do no snitching I rather make bail I come from the trenches These niggas be bitches I can't do shit wit em i know they gone tell Opposition ain't wit it this shit can get wicked I drop me a opp bumping forces and fitteds Im clutching extensions you know I stay wit it I just might blank out and put one in yo fitted BCA really wit it We clutching extensions We straight from them trenches don't blank on them missions The shit that I'm spitting make young niggas listen I'm schooling these niggas make them pay attention Say you betta listen I keep a Glock wit extensions Smoking good Bobby no Whitney I f*ck that bitch I put dick in her kidneys I catch a opp lacking and knock off his fitted These bitches gone f*ck cause a young nigga trending In a pop up we pull up in a Bentley Dripping V-Lone got these lil bitches tripping I loaded my K now these niggas start missing Walk up in Gucci and take off my Fendi You know we still bumping that forces and fitted Don't come to my city you really ain't clutching This Glock get to bussing this shit can get wicked You got all them pistols my choppas be semis Getting pussy ain't shit cause I got plenty women Can't f*ck wit these bitches i just keep my distance I'm rocking Dior you rocking True Religion I'm rocking Dior you rocking True Religion Can't be the gang if you ain't got no benjis Got plenty hoes like we the new edition Bag chasers that gang you know we standing on business The P number one bitch it's no competition Straight from the rags finna get to some riches Smoking that gas everyday my tradition I fucked up the pass ian got time for no bitches Bitches wanna f*ck cause they f*ck with the fashion You speak on the gang and we gone get to crashing Snatch me a bitch f*ck her right out ha lashes Then hop in the whip disappear like it's magic BCA cypher this shit here a classic Them young niggas rapping but shit can get tragic Walk in the club Nike all on my fabric A nigga want static get lit like some matches BCA BE THE GANG