Dade County

Aye Haha Mann I swear I don't know what the f*ck I be wanting to say when I come in on these shits So I just talk my shit like I do anyway ya heard me Haha But don't get twisted Nigga like me I walk it how I talk it Nigga try me And you know I get to sparking Y'all know What you mean Y'all know what the f*ck going on with my team You know I’m from the crib So ima jook on this bihh That’s the trey oh five Don’t you ever forget It’s a Bunche Park Goon Whenever you see me That’s 274 You know I’m BPG Let me know who want beef Uber eats I deliver Was a vet in the game Even as a beginner Patience is a virtue I just had to wait my time Now they hate to see me shine Cause I have em going blind Man I think they lost they mind Ha ha What you mean Yes I’m from the crib Be specific BPG Opa Locka Goon If you ask about me Bunche Park stomping grounds Yea I’m out there on that swing Kicking it I’m out there on that field playing ball After that I’m in the field Tryna go and get it all Gotta go and get the pack Primetime run it back If they say I’m on the play That’s a quarterback sack now Quey in the building Getting loose Tell me what you mean Cause you know that I’m the truth Real ass nigga When I’m in and out the booth But you know what it is Whenever I come thru Cause I come thru nigga With the one two If anybody got a problem Then it’s f*ck you You ain’t know you know now This is what I do Ima real ass nigga What about you Tell me who the f*ck are you Bitch I’m from the crib 305 living and you know just what it is Dade County til I die Motherfucker no lie I’m BPG all the way to sky That’s 274 That’s all I know Bunche Park Goon Knocking at your front door Nigga who want beef (Who want it) Come see me It’s Quey on the beat Going hard for the streets Motherfuckers it’s me Growing up In Dade County Better ask about it Seen a lot dead bodies I done lost a couple homies To the chain gang I done lost a couple homies To that damn flame That’s why I keep that tool with me Not under the seat If you see me in that car Best believe it’s in my reach If you catch me at that red light Then you know that you dreaming My homie got caught there Them shots went the ringing Now we at his funeral His sister she singing Momma going crazy crying out She can’t believe it Lil brother strapped up Blood in his eyes Say he found out who did it Bout to take em by surprise Left that suit on Cause it’s business He say he lost his feelings But want them to feel this Now he in the streets Moving like the reaper And his Phone turned off So can’t nobody reach him Lost his brother So he heartless Roaming round town Identified his target He done turnt up He is no longer Clark Kent Hoodie on Superman Now he bout to spark shit Ran into the house Out there feeling like he Rambo Let them shots ring Til he ran outta ammo Man this Dade County And this just how we be living What happen to Lil homie Man he ran into his ending Once again his sister singing