Bnb Lyrics – Booter Bee
Singer: Booter Bee
Title: Bnb
Back and better
They want man locked in the can forever
Nasty knifings dampin’ sweaters
Free the guys, free the guys
B-B-B-Booter
I’m back and better
Stepped out the wok straight out of the block ‘cah I swing my cheffer [Swing
Suns up, guns out, give me a reason [Ah, ah
Jump out, squeeze it, change that weather
My opps are b#tches, chat like women, call them the real housewives of Cheshire
Studio man, give this one a censor
Mother’s life, it’s pepper
Give it a year, the fans will say I’m the best at drill
My manager’s tellin’ me stop when my head gets hot, someone’s gettin’ shot where them man chill [Baow, baow
I’ve had enough of these lies
I’ma start askin’ real rappers who have they fried [Who you fried?
Ask me the question, I’ll tell you in seconds
Who-who-who-who, what, where and why
They had man locked inside, I came back with criminal pies
I came with links for straps, I’m finally gettin’ more nine X bined
I’m finally gettin’ more corn for the 4’s [Finally
One shot, send man to the sky
Bro is the real life 21 Savage, he shanked up **** in twenty-one times [Ching
Are you-are you-are you f#ckin’ mad?
They know that my shooters are tapped
Three get ’round, got bagged in a ride
Section 5 of the firearms hacked [Free bro
**** drivin’ a whip, sh#t, I swear that bro was on a drivin’ van
Spot me an opp, flick the safety off
Jump out the wizz tryna smoke them man [Baow]
I’m back and better
Stepped out the wok straight out of the block ‘cah I swing my cheffer [Swing
Suns up, guns out, give me a reason [Ah, ah
Jump out, squeeze it, change that weather
My opps are b#tches, chat like women, call them the real housewives of Cheshire
Studio man, give this one a censor
Mother’s life, it’s pepper
I really do what I say in my lyrics, the picture I paint in your head is vivid
They try say that shotties are sh#t, he screamed like a b#tch when them pellets hit him [p#ss#
They wanna know how Booter’s livin’ [Trust-trust me, they don’t
My head’s hot and my heart is cold
If my head gets hot, someone’s gettin’ smoked [Baow
Push my buttons, I’ll push this safety off, broad day, slap corn out the pole [Gang
Swing this chetts, don’t ‘cah centre, I chinged up three in a row [Facts
Call-call little bro, better keep it low, if the feds ask questions, keep it [Shh
I told ****, better watch his tone
He decided to raise his voice, so I left him stretched on **** Road
We chinged up ****, who’s next [Who’s next? Who’s next?
Get man down, me, M and ****, they know that’s a dangerous trio [Know
They brought a knife to a gun fight, must’ve smokin’ spice like GO [Bi-bi-bisshead
I’m a problem, police don’t like me, I burst my burner, ask my PO
I’m back and better
Stepped out the wok straight out of the block ‘cah I swing my cheffer [Swing
Suns up, guns out, give me a reason [Ah, ah
Jump out, squeeze it, change that weather
My opps are b#tches, chat like women, call them the real housewives of Cheshire
Studio man, give this one a censor
Mother’s life, it’s pepper [Explain it]
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