BMF 2

[Intro: AJ Tracey]

Nah, it's cool, it's cool

Yo

Listen, yo

[Verse 1: AJ Tracey]

I'm like C (Yep), wavy mode, you're not like me (No)

I heard the lighty ting likes me

I might call her up to come ride me

I got fly kicks, Tai Chi (Trust)

Bi-sex, she might be

When we touched her, she bite me

She looked prestige in that nightie

Not a British gal but she like tea (Uh)

She said her ex is some hype G (Long)

And now he saying he wan' fight me

But I'm skinny cuz, I don't fight B

I go rent a ting and go light heat

Law and Order, Ice-T

Swag's up, check the Nikes G

I got the Levi jeans and a white T

See I'll buss true and I'll make cake

Dope chef (What?), milkshake

White Scirroco (What?), bait shape

Niggas talk shit, better vacate

See, I'm good, they're shit, I got bars, so they hate

I'm pure coke and they're bait fake

Talcum powder and VAT shake

Hair's wavy, shades windy

Beat the track and that's no Jimmy

All your chicks all look so silly

My new bitch looks so Kimmie

So Alba, so Perry, buss the top of that old Remy

Ain't got champs, then we pour Henny

I'm so calm and you're so Kenny

[Verse 2: Santi]

Like, hands on spinner, stinking out the ringer

Ricky Rozay, yeah, I ride for my niggas

Puffing on the icky when pressing on the trigger

Mine and yours like, "Yah, I want figures"

Creepin' for the cash, weed up in the bag

Smokin' the dope crazy but I'm already mad

Bashed up a zoobie, smoke it in the flats

No money in my bank, yeah, I spend it in the trap

Make more dough, I gotta spend more dough

You can talk about dro but you don't really know

About sitting in the flats, puffing, you can choke

On the phone to a hoe like you know you're gonna blow

On the staircase and I don't really give a fuck now

Like, I'm gonna fuck you, so I don't give a fuck

Puffing on a fat blunt, sipping 'till the 'gnac's done

I'm with the mad jezz, so you know I'm gonna spazz cuz

[?] with the shisha, [?] the Latina

When he got a jezzy, he weren't puffing on the reefa

I love white girls, so I'm rolling up with Lisa

Telling me I'm naughty, looking like a teacher

Shit's so cloudy, I didn't even know

That we're out of dro, we smoked the whole O

Been so wavey, you'd think I'm in a boat

Now I can't drive, bro, know I'm ghost

Aura's nuts, floating grub

Tryna get paid, ain't promoting much

So I'm rolling around with a loaded snub

And if I see a paigon I'm roasting mugs

Certified bruddas will toast them punks

Tints down low when I'm blowing skunk

Don't talk my name, I don't know them punks

Studio murder, I ain't ghosting much

Got Looney out loud when I'm rolling up

Everyone the side of this road's too tough

Yeah, I'm going in, I don't boast too much

Rather roll around and throw some grub

I ain't throwing up, I might throw some slugs

If you don't like me, I don't care

I'm rolling round getting pounds out here

Strikes in the boot for that rasta hair

Jakes smell weed, but I don't care

Ghost from the set and they won't know

Silly little trappers don't own no coke

In that coupé and I'm blowing smoke

I'm out anywhere, like coast to coast

Rolling toke, blow some smoke

Check the shoebox, got some crazy notes

Like yeah, I got some crazy flow