Vibing Wit The Mamís

We ride high, no lie They hating I'm not surprised And I post as much throwbacks as I feel like Yah! Sippin' peach tea, on my way from the beach Weed smokin', sunroof open, on my way from the east In my passenger seat, a fine dime cutie pie She aesthetically pleasing, so she could ride, we gone slide Now, BC on the map, all my tracks is where it's at If you haven't got that, then you don't know slaps Seems a lot of saps that's going mimis on BC But I pay em no mind, these fly freaks wanna see me Easy, breezy, beautiful be my guests She inna summer dress at Javier's, we living our best Too blessed to be stressed, we got goals fasho I keep vibing with the mamis and spitting my flows Now here we, here we, here we go On our way to the studio Hella rappers wanna battle like we boutta play Yu-Gi-Oh! Truth be told, I'm not on what they on, so float on Playing kingpin don, til they look up They hoes gone Where they at? They at the Bebecito show He getting chose He on his way to major dough, you better (Act just like you know!) He the coolest, he the swaggiest, explains the haters glarin' Ladies starin' as I move the crown and keep the speakers blarin' Now I'm big chillin', blazin' up the yeska It's the Mista BC (Fiesta) Now I'm big chillin', blazin' up the yeska It's the, it's the Mista BC (Just like that) Now I'm big chillin', blazin' up the yesca (Fiesta, fiesta) (Fiesta) Now I'm big chillin', blazin' up the yesca It's the, it's the, it's the Mista BC (Just like that)