bmf Lyrics – rob49 & icewear vezzo
Singer: rob49 & icewear vezzo
Title: bmf
Yeah
Yeah
If you trappin’ like you say you is, throw up your scale
I’ve been outchea blowin’ money fast, n~gga, bmf (yeah, yeah)
This ain’t no scat pack, this a h~llcat with your crazy self
I’ma fly my bro back to cali’, get that package mailed
I just stuffed like two hunnid ps inside a vacuum seal (yeah)
My ho just won’t go to miami, get her t#tt#es did (yeah)
You ain’t ever sell a hunnid pack, n~gga, how the f~ck you young and lit? (how the f~ck you young and lit?)
You ain’t never go buy a b~tch nothin’, how the f~ck you claimin’ pimp? (f~ck you claimin’ pimp?)
How you say it’s good? behind closed doors, you actually claimin’ smoke
Callin’ it alone, my ho bald head, she look like doodie lo
Call a n~gga bluff, got k!llers with me, i don’t need no bodyguard
Call it what you want, lil’ n~gga play, i’ma put them n~ggas on ya
And i like goin’ illegal, n~gga, and i like f~ckin’ [?] b~tches
Look light, but i keep my pistol, i’ma make ’em come creep up on you
Bruce lee how i kick sh~t, i’m a real bag getter, alright
She be tryna play hard to get, but i know bro hit it
Told me believe it, but i can’t
Don’t touch ‘fore i got some rank
All this money give me power, whip the trackhawk like a slave, n~gga
If you trappin’ like you say you is, throw up your scale
I’ve been outchea blowin’ money fast, n~gga, bmf (yeah, yeah)
This ain’t no scat pack, this a h~llcat with your crazy self
I’ma fly my bro back to cali’, get that package mailed
I just stuffed like two hunnid ps inside a vacuum seal (yeah)
My ho just won’t go to miami, get her t#tt#es did (yeah)
You ain’t ever sell a hunnid pack, n~gga, how the f~ck you young and lit? (how the f~ck you young and lit?)
You ain’t never go buy a b~tch nothin’, how the f~ck you claimin’ pimp? (f~ck you claimin’ pimp?)
Pints of lean, that’s three hundred g’s, it comes off ice and east
Got a extra hunnid in that cutter, that b~tch likes the trees
Pop two sixes, rollin’ off them benz, it’s where i bite my t~~th
Throw that dog sh~t up, we ran all week until it’s time to leave
Got a extra brick right by the store that came from cookin’ loaves
Pull it out her mouth and bust a nut on top her p~ssy, ho
Fetty way too strong, an overdose, and we got off the road
Switchie on this b~tch, it shoot so fast, i d~mn near lost control
He almost home, that mean that he gone, we gotta talk in codes
Bro gon’ spin around, flip that old b~tch just like he lost his phone
My lil’ jit, i’d rather take a hit before he drank some trish
Busted out the wrapper in all zips like a plate of grits
If you trappin’ like you say you is, throw up your scale
I’ve been outchea blowin’ money fast, n~gga, bmf (yeah, yeah)
This ain’t no scat pack, this a h~llcat with your crazy self
I’ma fly my bro back to cali’, get that package mailed
I just stuffed like two hunnid ps inside a vacuum seal (yeah)
My ho just won’t go to miami, get her t#tt#es did (yeah)
You ain’t ever sell a hunnid pack, n~gga, how the f~ck you young and lit? (how the f~ck you young and lit?)
You ain’t never go buy a b~tch nothin’, how the f~ck you claimin’ pimp? (f~ck you claimin’ pimp?)
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