BMF

Yeah, if you trappin' like you say you is, throw up your scale

I been out here blowin' money fast, ****, BMF

This ain't no Scat Pack, this a Hellcat with your crazy self

I'ma fly my bro back to Cali, get that package mailed

I just stuffed like two hunnid P's inside a vacuum seal

My ho just wanna go to Miami, get her titties did

You ain't never sell a hunnid pack, ****, how the fuck you young and lit?

You ain't never go buy a bitch nothin', how the fuck you claimin' pimp?

How you say it's good, behind closed doors, you out here claimin' smoke?

Call her Nia Long, my ho bald head, she look like Doodie Lo

Call a **** bluff, got killers with me, I don't need no bodyguard

Call it what you want, let a **** play, I'ma put them **** on you

And I like goin' illegal, ****, and I like fuckin' boo hoo bitches

Look alike but I keep my pistol, I'ma make em come creep up on you

Bruce Lee how I kick shit, 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 four, I got some rank

All this money gave me power, whip the Trackhawk like a slave, ****

If you trappin' like you say you is, throw up your scale

I been out here blowin' money fast, ****, BMF

This ain't no Scat Pack, this a Hellcat with your crazy self

I'ma fly my bro back to Cali, get that package mailed

I just stuffed like two hunnid P's inside a vacuum seal

My ho just wanna go to Miami, get her titties did

You ain't never sell a hunnid pack, ****, how the fuck you young and lit?

You ain't never go buy a bitch nothin', how the fuck you claimin' pimp?

Pints of lean, that's three hunnid G's, it come off vice and easy

Got a extra hunnid in that cutter, that bitch slicin' trees

Pop two 6's, rollin' off them beans, that's why I bite my teeth

Throw that dog shit up, we ran all week until it's time to leave

Got a extra brick right by the stove that came from cookin' lows

Pull it out her mouth and bust a nut on top her pussy hole

Fetty way too strong, don't overdose and we got off the road

Switchy on, this bitch it shoot so fast, I damn near lost control

He almost home, that mean that he gone, we gotta talk in codes

Bro gon' spin around for dope, bitch look like he lost his phone

My lil' jit rather take a hit before he drink some trish

Bust it out the rapper and our zips look like a plate of grits

If you trappin' like you say you, is throw up your scale

I been out here blowin' money fast, ****, BMF

This ain't no Scat Pack, this a Hellcat with your crazy self

I'ma fly my bro back to Cali, get that package mailed

I just stuffed like two hunnid P's inside a vacuum seal

My ho just wanna go to Miami, get her titties did

You ain't never sell a hunnid pack, ****, how the fuck you young and lit?

You ain't never go buy a bitch nothin', how the fuck you claimin' pimp?