BBL

****, waan

Pockets fat like BBL

Pockets fat like BBL

Pockets fat like BBL

****, waan

Pockets fat like BBL

Pockets fat like BBL

If the feds get me **** I could never ever tell

Your phones ain't bammin lil **** what you sell

I could do a drop off or I could send it through the mail

I could tell this **** lying man his face turning pale

I was locked down **** ain't even pay my bail

I got it on my own in this shit I don't owe a **** nothing

**** get on Instagram faking motion they just fronting

Not a remote don't press my button

Why you lying to the hoes lil **** out here stunting

I got it out the mud young **** came from nothing

Used to be thugging in the trenches I was with my big cousin

I ain't never used to rap till a **** started buzzing

Boy I'm hot just like a oven

Six times two **** I can make a quick dozen

**** bluffing I'm quick to hit a road with a stuffer

She gon' fuck the whole gang lil baby you a busser

Off the drugs I'm bussing

Sipping Robitussin

Fire Headys in the city I just pulled down on Huffman

I'm a hustler **** I be gritting

I need to wipe my ass lil **** I be shitting

I be shitting on these **** every day and every night

I could get you what you need I got brown and I got white

I told the opps it's on sight bet not let me catch you

Boy I got dog I ain't serving **** cat food

Left hand right hand lil **** I'll smack you

If I ever go broke lil **** I'll jack you

Boy this my shit all my **** trim

Pop out on that fly shit

All you **** cheap go to the mall y'all can't buy shit

I'm in love with purple rain I be sipping on that hi tek

Distrokid pay me every month I get it rap checks

You hear that phone ring ring lil **** I be slapping

Hold on I'm in the Stu stating facts man

I know a feind that's in love with the blues I call him Pacman

Don't ever run up on me wrong you get whacked man

A lil **** call me cheddar bob

Don't even get no pros **** get a job

Money over bitches lil **** I be with the mob

I got a freak ass bitch slobbing on my knob

I made her kiss my glock

I ain't in no band lil **** but I make ready rock

1738 unc selling fetty wap

I'm getting hella pros locked in with T-Mobile

I got hella phones

I then made so much racks on the motherfucking telephone

Weird ass **** I don't know what the hell he on

Junkie on my line said he need a fire zone

Bet I'm on the way

Ain't gotta scale it up **** this a regular play

Stay up out my way if you ain't talking bout no pape

Man you can't save these hoes need to take off that cape

A ho gon' be a ho get a bow and get it gone

Beating baby back in man I love the way that she moan

**** wanna be me no you can't be my clone

She said she like the way I smell got some fire eyes cologne

You know this shit ain't cheap

You gotta trap strong

**** this ain't for the weak

You trying to get up on the song little **** pay a fee

I'm not giving fees if you ain't talking like me

Real dumper baby I can sell three pounds in a week

Pockets fat like BBL

If the feds ever get me **** I can never tell

I could do a drop off or I could send it through the mail

I could tell this **** lying in his face turning pale

When I was locked down **** ain't even pay my bail

When I was locked down **** ain't even pay my bail

Hoes fake ass ****

Waan

Cheap ass ****

Waan