BMF

Yeah Yeah If you trappin' like you say you is, throw up your scale I been out here blowin' money fast, nigga, BMF This ain't no Scat Pack, this a Hellcat with your crazy self I'ma fly my bro back to Cali, get that package mailed I just stuffed like 200 Ps inside a vacuum seal My ho just wan' go to Miami, get her titties did You ain't never sell a hunnid pack, nigga, how the f*ck you young and lit? You ain't never go buy a bitch nothin', how the f*ck you claimin' pimp? How you say it's good, behind closed doors you out here claimin' smoke Cullinan long, my ho bald head, she look like Doodie Lo Call a nigga bluff, got killers with me, I don't need no bodyguard Call it what you want, let a nigga play, I'ma put them niggas on you And I like goin' illegal, nigga And I like fuckin' beaucoup bitches Look light but I keep my pistol I'ma make 'em come creep up on you Bruce Lee how I kick shit, I'm a real bag getter Alright, he be tryna play hard to get but I know bro hit it Told me believe it, but I can't Don't touch 4, I got some rank All this money gave me power, whip the Trackhawk like a slave, nigga If you trappin' like you say you is, throw up your scale I been out here blowin' money fast, nigga, BMF This ain't no Scat Pack, this a Hellcat with your crazy self I'ma fly my bro back to Cali, get that package mailed I just stuffed like 200 Ps inside a vacuum seal My ho just wan' go to Miami, get her titties did You ain't never sell a hunnid pack, nigga, how the f*ck you young and lit? You ain't never go buy a bitch nothin', how the f*ck you claimin' pimp? Pints of lean, that's 300 Gs, it come off vice and easy Got a extra hunnid in that cutter, that bitch slicin' trees Pop two 6s, rollin' off them bean that's why I bite my teeth Throw that dog shit up, we rain up weak until it's time to leave Got a extra brick right buy the stove that came from cookin' lows Pull it out her mouth and bust a nut on top her pussy hole Fetty way too strong, don't overdose and we got off the road Switchy on this bitch, it shoot so fast, I damn near lost control He almost home That mean that he gone, we gotta talk in codes Bro gon' spin around for no bitch, look like he lost his phone My lil' jit rather take a hit before he drink some trish Bust it out the rapper and our zips look like a plate of grits If you trappin' like you say you is, throw up your scale I been out here blowin' money fast, nigga, BMF This ain't no Scat Pack, this a Hellcat with your crazy self I'ma fly my bro back to Cali, get that package mailed I just stuffed like 200 Ps inside a vacuum seal My ho just wan' go to Miami, get her titties did You ain't never sell a hunnid pack, nigga, how the f*ck you young and lit? You ain't never go buy a bitch nothin', how the f*ck you claimin' pimp?