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Pull up with 300 dollars of blow
White bitches with me, they geeking on blow
20s and 50s, no hundreds, I don't make big money
But fuck it, you already know that I'm stuntin' on whoever frontin' before
Fuck out my face, with your company, hoe
I thought I told you I like it alone
I thought I told you, I thought I, shit
B.S.M.B., bitch, we aim at your face
We gon' wipe out the whole human race, if they fake
Drinkin' the blood, and I'm saying my grace
Work on the way, coming in by the case
And I'm fucking up all of these ounces, today
Bitch, I'm fucking up all of the songs on my tape
This shit come easy to me, not so easy to you
I could tell by the way that you say that you don't give a fuck what they say, I'm like
All of the songs that you make, is you fakin'?
I think that's by making the people is watchin'
They wanna be locked up, and incarcerated, they hate it
Before they thought maybe I'd make it out
Not the type to fade away
I'm the type to get faded, and break everything
Get creative, and build it back up, in a whole different way
People change up, and I stay the same (same)
No matter what day it is, oh
Just whatever I say it is
B.S.M.B., bitch, we aim at your face
We gon' wipe out the whole human race, if they fake
Drinkin' the blood, and I'm saying my grace
Work on the way, coming in by the case
And I'm fucking up all of these ounces, today
Bitch, I'm fucking up all of the songs on my tape
This shit come easy to me, not so easy to you
I could tell by the way that you say that you don't give a fuck what they say, I'm like
All of the songs that you make, is you fakin'?
I think that's by making the people is watchin'
They wanna be locked up, and incarcerated, they hate it
Before, they thought maybe I'd make it out
Not the type to fade away
I'm the type to get faded, and break everything
Get creative, and build it back up, in a whole different way