#BM

I'm like, what the f*ck We haven't even.. That hasn't came out yet Hit em Both' ain't came out yet Some of this shit ain't even came out The streets ain't even heard it When the streets hear this shit, it's over This fan hoe in my DM She want me to be her BM Geek off these drugs inna A.M Then I geek until the P.M Don't know why you tryna live like Mak when you know you can't be him These niggas couldn't fit up in my shoes I spent some racks up on my shoes Hoe in my face like who is you Tonight I want you in my bed and then I want your friend too And they like Mak pop in your bag I'm like alright I'm fin to I pop these pills and I talk to the dead like, Granny, I miss you Sometimes it feels like money and drugs are the only thing I'm into Got a beam, how could I miss you We just fuckin', I can't kiss you We gon' slide, I'm not gon' diss you We gon' slide, I'm not gon' miss Off these drugs, I'm not gon' quit Off these drugs, I reminisce At 901 I'm geeked off Tris I pour a four in my sprite, my twin said he tryna pour a four in his fanta Got my bitch livin' right, I threw some racks on her, turned her to a dancer Off these drugs and I can't talk, my mom told me need to work on my manners I been tryna stay out the mix, so I can't put my life on camera This fan hoe in my DMs, she want me to be her BM Geek off these drugs in the AM, then I geek until the PM This fan hoe in my DMs, want me to be her BM Don't know why you tryna look like Mak when you know you can't be him