Ah, they say, "BK, get him right", mm-rrah
Ah, mah, they say, "BK, get him right"
Nah, I don't wanna get him right, you do it, hm
I told Lil Tim to get him right
I can't go out like I'm Craig, you catch an opp, you tryna fight, rrah
I told that boy he shoulda listened
.50 cal' rip his intestines, doctor said he need a kidney, mm-mm
Okay, two extra dicks, but I ain't gay
Draco swingin' right to left, you better move, there go Lil Tay
Bitch, you post on MLK, slide the Porsche truck through the AP, bitch, I'm lookin' for lil'
Man, forget ya, he got a gun, but he ain't clap nothin'
Double back, Tim hangin' out the window tryna drop somethin'
Murder on my mind, might kill my bro, feelin' like Melly
And I might just put the gun down, kill him slow, use the machete
Three just got dropped, you must ain't heard
80 shots come out the C8, leave an opp face on the curb
Slide the black truck through the 'burb
Hunnid round drum on the stick, like, fuck the five, let's go to work
Watch how BK finger-fuck the stick, step back and watch it twerk
Let's play a little game I made
All you gotta do is pick a candy bar, one got a blade
If you eat the wrong one, I swear to God, boy, that's on you
All I know is if you spit that shit out, boy, I bet I'd shoot (ah)
.308s bustin' through the roof
Brodie said he tired of steppin', shoot a hole straight through his shoe
These nigga finna make me act up
Black car, jumpin' out the Escalade, sticks all inside the black truck (alright)
He think I won't come spin the block
Pop out, rapid-fire the stick, make him forget he had a Glock (mm, alright)
She say my music make her wet
And her boyfriend don't know how to spin, teach her how to shoot the TEC
He think I won't come spin that block
Pop out, rapid-fire the stick, make him forget he had a Glock (rrmm)
I'm just gon' let him think we good
Ridin' two Glocks in the Chevy, V12 jumpin' out the hood (mm)
Fuck nigga know this shit ain't sweet
Pop out, Halloween, switch in the crowd, Nightmare on Elm Street, BK
