BMF

Something ain't right in my head All a nigga seeing is red I'm putting my bitches to bed I'm anxious I'm shaking my leg Think I need more drugs It's about time for a new plug I'm off lean and dope because I need a Patek, the new one, the flood You niggas be nice for whatever I cut the bitch off for the better When Woes walk in it get wetter Red face dial for the bezel Every day I need my medicine Every day I keep a Lexington If them niggas showing bread then let em in I know I can go harder than this I drench it with art in this bitch You know lil' Woes hardly miss Opps rolled, I'm sparking this shit Camel toe Margelias Got a hunnid bustin out the wrapper Space Jam, I ain't wearin' the gamas I got ties in the A, like I'm BMF They think they watchin' the pop out, they ain't seen me yet All these niggas gon' cop out I don't trust none they really be rats I ain't had none but guns and drugs I was flipping a pack I had to connect the dots in the streets and now I ain't never goin' back It's time for a relapse, I'm pouring up four lines I'm slidin' the Maybach with my white friends sipping on white wine I don't even wanna text back, I'm so fried This lil' bitch got too much ass it's gettin' hot You f*ck the woes, a nigga get dropped, you know that though You come to the land, you check it with us, you know that though The pints came in the za came in, we gotta close that door Got a light skinned bitch, got a dark skinned bitch make an ice cream sandwich I get high as a motherfucker, I look like a cabbage Crack lil' seal, pour me another one, I'm doin' damage I love how it feels, she keep it real, she far from average I sign me a deal, I'm back in the hills, I'm back in the mansion Every day I need my medicine Every day I keep a Lexington If them niggas showing bread then let em in I know I can go harder than this I drench it with art in this bitch You know lil' Woes hardly miss Opps rolled, I'm sparking this shit Camel toe Margelias Got a hunnid bustin out the wrapper Space Jam, I ain't wearin' the gamas I got ties in the A, like I'm BMF All blue hunnids on a blue Vette I'm back in that gym like, who next Big balenci crewneck I'm a heisman trophy step back My bitch got on Jhada Dior She droppin' that shit to the floor My bitch wining and she need an award All you hoes to the left to the door I can do good and bad on my own I can make a mill on the phone I'm jaded, I'm faded, I'm gone I'm fuckin' his bitch on the low She ridin' a nigga just like a Tesla She swim on the dick, she ain't pickin' her head up I walk out the bank with the extras Double F print, same color bananas