(Be the B chain, nigga)
So I'ma be honest
(Lil' bitty bitch)
I don't know how to count bars
Yeah, BreadWinner, ??? lil' bitty bitch, ???
I used to count to sell bars
Huh
Brasi
(We can get messy around here)
(Alumni)
I can't pop no bottles in this bitch, why we celebratin'?
I'm who all my partners go against, everybody changing
Ain't no sense in tryna tone it down, they already hate me
I ain't in nobody paperwork, I ain't making statements (Uh-huh)
Been a soldier, been on solo missions, I'm already gangsta (I'm already gangsta)
Wrecked the Lambo, sent a hit at Brasi, I wasn't 'posed to make it (I wasn't 'posed to make it)
In your feelings 'cause I fucked your wife, controllin' her with Lamba
In her throat, she ??? on that pipe, I throw it in her tonsils
I hit her with that motorbike and she not unresponsive
Legs behind her head and the dick go in her stomach
She just told lil' Kevin that she feel it in her tummy
Her nigga keep security with him, she know he not thuggin'
That lil' body you ain't catch, you just shot that bitch and ran
Brasi, over opps we stand, hit that bitch until it jam
I'm in popular demand, cryptocurrency and bands
I know real niggas who trap, I know real niggas who scam
Asian can't see in Seattle, we gon' thumb through that by hand
Private jet with Jada Washington, developing a strain
Before lobster, it was cereal and window unit fans
Bitch I'm mafia material, could never take the stand
This lil' bopper she do miracles, now watch her move that ass
Out the plane, let out the parachute, and then went got a bag
I'm like Puerto Rico Johnny with them bricks, I'm driving fast
I was on the phone with Draco out in ClayCo doing a dash
Nigga play with me 'bout Mazi, I'ma spin around and crash
Shit I'll grab you all in traffic, put that package on your fam
Diamond tennis bracelets fit my pedigree, they make my wrists glisten
Amphetamines don't get the best of me, I get to thinkin' different
I say lil' bitch
Before lobster, it was cereal and window unit fans
Bitch, I'm mafia material, could never take the stand
Before lobster, it was cereal and window unit fans
Bitch, I'm mafia material, could never take the stand
This lil' bopper she do miracles, now watch her wop that ass
Out the plane, let out the parachute, and then went got a bag
And then went got a bag (Got a bag)
And then went got a bag (Got a bag)
Sayin', and then went got a bag
Bitch I'm mafia material, could never take the stand (Take the stand, take the stand)
Then went got a bag (Then went got a bag)
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