B&B

Cop a nigga if he cracking If he slacking, gonna track him like a Kraken, yo Throw him back in the deep end ‘Cause he creeping and dreaming on these niggas like whoa I know Kung Fu like I’m fucking Po Run these streets like a fucking pro I’ve been waiting for your ass at the door Take your shit and your fucking ho This ain’t a joke, I’m no fucking Chappelle Run on yo ass, got no ammo repel I control you like it’s a fucking spell Run or hide, you got no one to tell Weep and cry like a little bitch I don’t care if you blood or crip Tell your squad, you little fucking snitch Biever Boys is who you fucking with I’m popping these pills like pellets out a gun I fly in the building like 2000 one Nine double one the track until it's done I Taliban tally up bands till it's gone I’m Double one stacked up, your mans getting none I doubled my bitch and I added the sum Subtracted that bitch cause she added a son Fuck that bitch and I ain’t kidding we done I’m missing division from money that comes In from the shows that I smoke up like lungs Accountants are counting and saying they done With thumbing my money, their hands going numb They can’t do the math, nah, those boys are too dumb There’s too many zeros compared to the ones There’s too many heroes compared to the ones That’s really out here doing shit on the run Wrote some bars and did some shows Wrote some flows and then I rose Now I know these famous hoes Sip Rosé with Amber Rose Wrote some bars and did some shows Wrote some flows and then I rose Now I know these famous hoes Sip Rosé with Amber Rose I know flows and this is cold I ride low with wheels that's chrome Bangers hit you in your dome Coroner goin’ send you home I'm with the gang and we cashed out and bagged it Only fuck with my bros, so I guess I'm a faggot We packed up the snow in the back and then wrapped it Just like all these bitches, these beats they be slapping This shit could turn tragic, who ready for action My gang is some wolves, we divide up your fractions We rapping, we capping, we clapping up niggas My blade slice the air while you gripping your triggers We lynching them niggas, our bounty get bigger Isis is steadily counting up figures I'm feeling myself, think I need liquor Take your bitch home to decap her, then stick her Yo girl on my gram And she say I'm that nigga I don't want seconds I'm keeping my figure I don't got seconds My time is expensive Like Audemars Piguet I'm chasing the skrilla You niggas is reckless Man, y'all need a sitter Toxic, like alcohol when it hit liver Skrrt and I swerve on you niggas I'm moving in silence I'm not talking whisper, ayy All black, no Bruce Wayne Flipping bricks, no cocaine In the cut, no band-aid When you hit the wall, no spay paint Super-villain call me Bane, ayy I Gotham going insane, ayy My pen spazzing like Wayne on you niggas I got that ice in my veins, ayy I got your bitch and I got them Balmains I got your bitch and I got them Balmains I got your bitch and I got them Balmains I got your bitch and I got them Balmains I got your bitch and I got them Balmains I got your bitch and I got them Balmains I got your bitch and I got them Balmains Balmains