Lyrics

[Intro] (What you say, gang?) BK (What you say, gang?) TM, TM, yeah, BK shit, you heard? (What you say, gang?) What? Fuck ho (Produced by Cre8) [Chorus] Bitch, it's BK, I ain't worried 'bout bitches Fuck on your ho, then take off with my riches Fuck paparazzi, bitch, I don't take pictures Whole team sippin' purp', I'm couped up with my niggas Ridin' 'round, bitch, we got the extension We ain't fighting, bitch, I got Smith & Wesson Glock with me nonstop, ain't no pressing Geeked up, teachin' niggas a lesson [Verse] I ain't rapping 'bout my hair being pretty And that's why all these lil' hoes don't fuck with me Comin' up, bitch, you better fuck with me AR-15, little bitch, that's a semi Give your ass a heart attack on Demi Acting a fool on your block, need an Emmy Ain't no other doin' it better than me Shout out my shooters way up in Miami Shout out my shooters way up on the top Flock boys, bitch, we riding drop-top She want the gang, tryna get at my top At her crib, they all wearin' crop-top Gas pack, bitch, I don't smoke the drops What you say, gang? One to the brain, do the dash If you ain't 'bout it, lil' ho, I just laugh Flee the scene, shoot that bitch in her calf (Skrrt, skrrt, what you say, gang?) [Interlude] That's a revolver, not a Glock (What you say, gang?) This blick is a solver, I don't talk (What you say, gang?) I cannot lock her, she a flock (What you say, gang?) Got your motherfuckin' mom sayin' it's a bop (What you say, gang?) [Chorus] Bitch, it's BK, I ain't worried 'bout bitches Fuck on your ho, then take off with my riches Fuck paparazzi, bitch, I don't take pictures Whole team sippin' purp', I'm couped up with my niggas Ridin' 'round, bitch, we got the extension We ain't fighting, bitch, I got Smith & Wesson Glock with me nonstop, ain't no pressing Geeked up, teachin' niggas a lesson