B.T.M. (Better than me & Bitches talking messy)

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While you pussy popping, I'm popping my collar, somewhat like a pimp
Don't play with me as if I was yo bitch because I'm not simp
The first degree, R.I.P., you look up and see it on a blimp
Don't play me like a chimp, and I won't give yo ass banana clips
And when the lights on them, they hating because they ice on dim
All above the rim, I'm dunking, I stay above the rim
They say they better than me, B.T.M., ain't talking acronyms
Bitches talking messy, so you know I can not f*ck with them
Niggas talking test, don't make me ace you, ain't talking tech
Strapped up with my vest, the shooter shoot the Mitchell and Ness
Oops I must confess, you pillow talking, I'm up her dress
Nigga nothing less, you on, so sit up at your desk
You can't even get it, it's really time for a lesson
Nigga stop it, with the stressing, you bitching, that shit pathetic
I don't what you been smoking, it had to be some generic
Let me put you on this killa, you tripping you not in heaven
You saying did this nigga kill me, or was I just diabetic
Then you come back down to earth, and you realize just for a second
That this nigga not playing, he dangerous like Armageddon
He got bitches, money, bitches
That may be his secret weapon
While you pussy popping, I'm popping my collar, somewhat like a pimp
Don't play with me as if I was to bitch because I'm not simp
The first degree, R.I.P., you look up and see it on a blimp
Don't play me like a chimp, and I won't give yo ass banana clips
And when the lights on them, they hating because they ice on dim
All above the rim, I'm dunking, I stay above be the rim
They say they better than me, B.T.M., ain't talking acronyms
Bitches talk messy, so you know I can not f*ck with them
Sugar nigga, I don't need no sugar
I don't want a coat
Don't forget you diabetic, you just need that sweet and low
Super smooth sweetness, I know you think this shit is a joke
Until I make yo roll bounce, my foot is all up in yo throat
I like my shit on ice, I got you shaking, you catching chills
I'm going for the kill, on tv, I'm thinking I'm watching bill
Pop you like a pill, then you leave spinning just like a drill
Well that's one way to live, rebirth you, and put you in your crib
Close casket nigga, ima making sure that it's uppercase
R.I.P. to buddy, rest easy, there was no aftertaste
A nigga lost of words I'm making sure it ain't shit to say
Remove you from existence, and wipe you from the whole database
While you pussy popping, I'm popping my collar, somewhat like a pimp
Don't play with me as if I was to bitch because I'm not simp
The first degree, R.I.P., you look up and see it on a blimp
Don't try to play me like a chimp, and I won't give yo ass banana clips
And when the lights on them, they hating because they ice on dim
All above the rim, I'm dunking, I stay above be the rim
They say they better than me, B.T.M., ain't talking acronyms
Bitches talk messy, so you know I can not f*ck with them
They motherfucking got my motherfucking name in they mouth
Not at this very moment
But trust my motherfucking name will be in your motherfucking mouth
Just don't be talking messy
Keep that shit playa
That's' all you ever gotta do
Keep that shit playa
Stop hating on a nigga

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