BFM (feat. Luke Bar$, Meech BOLD, Jiles & FELIX)

Bitch **** talking bitch **** shit

I be talking that rich **** shit

I was sleeping on the floor for the shit

Sharing food with my dawgs for this shit

You i know I gotta get it out the mud

Eviction letter notice every other other month

Put the pussy on me show a **** love

Said I’ll die for it spell it out in blood

My young **** trapper of the month

My shorty make way more money then you boys

Y’all **** ain’t popping

I’m the type to curve a bougie bitch girl I got too much options

Came out the womb locked in

I’m still with the goons shawty

My neck icy like hockey

We passing **** like it stockin

I pull up dead on arrival

The pussy good I hit the lotto

I’m in her til she hit the high notes

I put that shit up on the Bible

You know who that shit belong to

I ain’t even gotta say nothing

You heard me

Uh

Activated by Pussy, Money & Violence

I ain't been the same ever since I got power

Too easy, i'm Lil Weezy on Carter

Do this shit all on my own

Promise you don't want me charged up

Bitches on my dick,

**** talking shit

Mattress getting flipped

We was projects kids

Stealing **** whips

Only thing in common

We lacked common sense

Riding windows tint

Went platinum on phone

**** stealing flows

Do a drive by

That’s a pick and roll

Sing a lullaby

**** selling lies

Opps went route running

Caught them on the fly

Put it to the side

Issues on go

Get it pronto

If this was 94

I be death row

Prolly go gold

You’d prolly go ghost

**** i know

You **** so so

Denim jeans rolled

Muji furniture

Bed sitting low

10 grams of dope

That’s a finger role

That’s a finger roll

That’s a finger role

Got you some goals baby, I need that ass shaking

Got you some goals baby, I need that ass shaking

Got you some goals baby, I need that ass shaking

Got you some goals baby, I need that ass shaking

Shot calling, since I last saw you

And I’m back out, a **** rollin

Santa monica, fantasizing bout

Raris, trackhawks and rovers

Cant allow these ****, running lip

Shoulda beat his ass like he stole it

Last time was, on some funny shit

I be slick forgetting what goal is

Half of these **** is bogus, half of these **** will fold up

Backed up in these corners and kept it fendi don't I

100,000, real **** shit you can’t control em

Spark the blizz, and shit'll be gone just as soon as you roll it

Food, **** is lunch and they know it

Boo, felix’s season is coming

Cool, start to scheming on em

Ain’t shit different on me, nah

Came from the ugly, was slummin

I ain’t have none, but never was bummy

They hear the gossip, run with it

Bow, one to ya jersey you stumbling

One to the jaw like you mumblin

**** be acting like i ain’t the one

You see another phenomenon

Wow

Swear you **** been dumb

Since montell fuckin on kamala

Ha

Watch shit fall like dominos

Seen what i seen couldn’t stomach it

Got you some goals baby, I need that ass shaking

Got you some goals baby, I need that ass shaking

Got you some goals baby, I need that ass shaking

Got you some goals baby, I need that ass shaking

Uh

Activated by Pussy, Money & Violence

I ain't been the same ever since I got power

Too easy , i'm Lil Weezy on Carter

Do this shit all on my own

Promise you don't want me charged up