BeBe’s Kids

[Intro: Sample & Roc Marciano]

Just messin' up somebody pillowcase, ain't she? Ugh

You know what I'm sayin', baby?

Hundred block shit (Hey)

Know we on that wax, boy (Hey)

[Verse 1]

Uh, just me and my nigs, spinnin' four deep in a Benz

Got seeds in the biz; luckily for y'all, I don't beat my kids

No need to call CPS, sleepyhead

Bet you still pee in y'all bed, runnin' 'round being bad with your peezy wig

It ain't a wet dream when your team get hit

Glock 19 with the dick; nah, that's not a penis print in my Adidas sweats

Three G's for the DITA specs (Woo)

So I can see through the BS

All my diamonds is VVS (Bling)

Never sprung for a BBL

Trailer load of hoes, your boy need a CDL

On the DL, see you G-E-L, niggas weak as hell (Jelly)

Couldn't even get a decent piece of tail in a fеmale jail (Woo)

Then bail in the V12 with no sеatbelt (Uh)

Squeezin' these sixteen shells, send 'em to 'em like email

Slid in the money-green GL

Keys for sale; fishscale underneath fingernails

Sprinklin' dust on the L, they was thinkin' it's Tinkerbell

Your name on the streets doesn't ring a bell like a Stringer Bell

Mayweather with the Philly shell

Niggas really fell, more F's than a Fendi belt (Woo)

Two drums on the blicky, lookin' like Mickey Mouse

Or the shit that knocked Ricky down

Bring the fifty-cal anyhow for when it's sticky out

Enemies thought that they figured me out

Sig blew his memory out

Little Rich span him around, turn the big energy down

Shit gets slippery now, niggas should've bowed and sit down Indian-style (How, wow)

[Outro]

Niggas not really diggin' your style

Niggas is loud

Shit is foul, run down

Click, bow

Marci

Niggas not really diggin' your style

Shit is foul, run down

Click, bow