BBS

[Verse]
This that gold BBS flow
Plastic Nike Air tags on your original 4s
Niggas done zd on ya mans
And Im rollin a O
Leave em sleep, I dont need them suckers
Listening to me
Pack the bong full with everything except the kitchen sink
Underneath which I keep a set of Andis clippers
I can fix my lining up
Before we go over by them bitches
A quick little something
Cant get the back
I dont know where I left my hand mirror
Type of dilemmas Ill never hinder my jet living
We just chillin
So dont come around here, fake-toughing
Running off the women
Bossed up, all us
Outside the club waiting to tip drivers who pull our cars up
The **** you thought this was, dawg
Im a trill mutha****a after all
Haters is dressed as safety nets encouraging my fall
Wont catch me there
But you can catch me on air, when my new shit premier
At whatever media outlet decides to play it fair
**** playing dead, pimpin, Imma play the bear
Grizzly, seriously, Fishburne turn, flip styles
Furiously
This that 70s Soul Green, Al chemistry
Ay mane, been a G since Buddy Lees
Lames be cuffin they jeans, and they bitches
I be cooking these bird ass hoes
Running circles round em
They rotisserie chickens
Love gotta shovel in her hand
I see you diggin
Strike gold, build yo own coffin with it
Dead ass
Flick ashes on the girls in my past tense
The tellys for the ones I was just ****ing
The cribs for the one I was gon get right back with
Its easy to get tangled in the stars
Spangled
Mangled in the night life, living out my bars
Dangerous, yeah