Bigger Bsf

Uh, yo, man, roll some more of
That Butcher Breath up, nigga
Let's get high check the stats, nigga, we up
Just when they thought it was over
This shit done got even bigger
Fuck it, nigga, bigger BSF, nigga
That's what you call us from now on yeah

My ex bitch mad 'cause her
New nigga plug from me
She thought I wouldn't make it
But now look what it does for me
I see you niggas hatin'
But ain't gettin' no buzz from me
Used to have the floor
Then I took the Henri rugs for me
One-fifty in a 'Ghini
Shook the gamе like a martini
Bitch, it's Black Soprano Family
Cajun shrimp and fettuccini
Wake my bitch up to bеllinis, it's November
But bikinis it's a hundred K to talk to me
A half a man to be me
Mona Scott-Young, I could put you on TV
Give my lil' man some Yeezys
He said, "Big bruh, this a freebie"
I be in the hood every day
Because they need me
I'm just tryna show my dedication too
Just like I'm Weezy
Waitin' on that pat on my back
Like I'm wheezin'
It's cool, 'cause I know God blessed me
Just like I'm sneezin'
I'm polished and I'm seasoned
Beanie Siegel durin' The Reason
Even bigger BSF, bitch
Don't get caught committin' treason
Motherfucker, huh

Hands on, nigga, you don't wanna try me
East side of the trick is where I be
With a big four-nick on side me
Do you, ICU on a IV
On the block where I grew, it was grimy
Seen my own day-one try to slime me
Put my whole left hand in diamonds
Bustdown Rollie, perfect timin'
Stay down, you know we grindin'
More time, they know I'm ridin'
That pump'll start a riot
Chopper spittin', rapid fire
He say he gang, he lyin'
You say my name, you dyin'
They pull up wavin' iron
All you hear is police sirens
Ho, you think you can fuck with me?
Why these niggas try and come for me?
This the part, it get ugly
We send the graveyard company
Rap niggas in the black bag
Everybody get a toe tag
Fifty Ps in the Coach bag
We're on the run from the drug task
Middle finger to the cops and opposition
I done made it off the block
Now I got them niggas dissin'
Tell 'em meet me at the top
Or they never get a mention it's a problem
Lick a shot or we pay him no attention
They know, they know

I be tryna teach legacy to 'em
Y'all still be comparin' the cake
Broke people countin' rich people money
Seem like the American way
Hundred thousand blue American K
Fuck her good while I stare in her face
Rich nigga treat a bad bitch like a
Dog just like I'm Eric Benét
Money don't matter to Butch'
Guess this how it feel when
You havin' this much i hate to rattle you
But you hot 'cause y'all
Niggas chatter too much
Three whips in the driveway, we
Take 'em all out
Shooters in the back of the truck
You know, I push the coupe
In the middle and, yeah
The foreign Sudan in the front
I ain't have to touch a brick lately
But my neck two hundred and my wrist eighty
Ho spoiled like a big baby, pussy so good
I call her "Miss Lady"
Talkin' top five, didn't say me
How? I been runnin' all this shit lately
Million dollar deals, shit crazy
Not bad for a trench baby
Not bad for a lick-hittin'
Slick talkin' nigga in a big 'Cedes
No drop-offs, take a Lyft, baby
Fuck with us and get rich maybe
When you grind this hard, put your niggas on
Then they gotta give you yours
Next year, we gettin' bigger toys, but
We started like the fifty boys, uh

But we started like the fifty boys
Next year, we gettin' bigger toys
But we started like the fifty boys yo, AC
Yeah

These hoes can't fuck with money
Pull up G Wag' with the bangin' body
Real niggas bring that flame up out me
Got the illest niggas in the game behind me
Fake bitches, stay the fuck from 'round me
'Fore I fold a bitch like a origami
Strippin' game, put that shit behind me
But I still manage to keep a pole around me
Rarely seen, but I'm always noticed
Countin' money, tryna keep the focus
Lookin' like that, rappin' like this
Guess my DNA is G-coded
Too easy, think I cheat coded
When the beauty showin' and the beast flowin'
I don't keep score, I keep scorin'
Best thing I ever did was keep goin'
I'm rich 'cause I have to be
These bitches is trash to me
Put all of them bitches together
And niggas still couldn't get half of me
Them niggas be after Caes'
Givin' me cash and keys
Pull up in one of them foreign lil' things
That's straight from the factory
Hundred on hundreds
Securin' the bag on the daily
I'm on my grown woman
But your nigga callin' me "baby"
Body is hittin', I'm pullin' up in a Mercedes
When you be shinin'
Them bitches can't help but start hatin'