BBS or Hunnid Spokes

(Hook)

I made a loaf

I gotta toast

You should know

We do the most

And never told

How could I fold

I put it on

Berluti piece

Just cuz its cold

Sliding up

It’s BBS or hunnid spokes .

(Verse 1)

Why you hate me

I see through that fake AP

Yo patek looking like pee yu

And now you tryna fade heem

Big chop I named her named her Katie

To cold a hoe cant play me

If my heartbroken its cuz my money ain’t made it to me

Dont disrespect me bitch

We not the same

I don’t kick it with these rappers

What the fuck do I gain

If she hoeing wit a broken heart

I’m not to blame

I be judging hoes off they exes

Some bitches be lame

E31 or G body still a ghetto ****

Boujie too she know I can put her on some better living

Thought she had one cuz these rap **** live by the tricking

The money different when the chef bringing out yo dishes

I been looking at that C126

With the AMG kit

I ain’t too worried bout a bitch

Only make the headache worth it

If she coming wit a grip

If she say she love you if you stayed broke

That shit a myth

(Hook)

I made a loaf

I gotta toast

You should know

We do the most

And never told

How could I fold

I put it on

Berluti piece

Just cuz its cold

Sliding up

It’s BBS or hunnid spokes

(Verse 2)

Skirt off

Bamboo garden I got a pick up

Floating up Vermont

Sum tinted with that shit tucked

I be where its stop sign wack outs

And some hit ups

I aint bout to go to that gas station

To fill up

Its janky over there

This fit too fly flyto catch a M1

I’m bout to slide up on my lil yeah if imma kill sumIm bout to slide up on my lil yeah

If imma kill sum

Bout to have me tripping

She suck me til she hiccup

Im bout to double back every time

I gotta feel sum

She make the money how she get it I aint mad at it

Get the chili out the tricking **** and his bad habits

Gotta new loaf to count it up she a cash addict

Got these other hoes jealous all she do is laugh it

Pop that pussy make em spend that shit

You can do it on you own ain’t going half on no rent

Countin up turn you on that’s why you spit on the dick

You come around and them **** know you that bitch

(Hook)

I made a loaf

I gotta toast

You should know

We do the most

And never told

How could I fold

I put it on

Berluti piece

Just cuz its cold

Sliding up

It’s BBS or hunnid spokes