B.M.B

Lyrics

[Intro: Trick Trick] Yeah What up doe? [?] Ain't come here for no problems Came here for this motherfucking money Stay out my goddamn way, I stay out your's [?] [Verse 1: Charli Baltimore] [?] methad of maddness [?] mobsters behind glasses, [?] Short top lapses [?] understand that when you see my wrist It's all about the chase, I chase money to chase accounts Corprat thugs, we just faze you out Everything gangsta, killers, dealers [?] bring out the gorillas [?] never catch me sideways Line up the highway, [?] or the driveway [?] leaning to the left With 15 karots dangling in between my breasts [?] ride shotgun, my shotgun my baby [?] did a 180, and tried not to pay me 360's when I pull up on [?] 5 cars behind me, with niggas that's on [?] [Chorus: Charli Baltimore] We got them guns [?] [?] They standing [?] Cause [?] We rolling way too deep Gone off that [?] They hollaing out who we? Shit, nigga, it's BMB [Verse 2: Trick Trick] [?] motherfucker responsible for making you niggas miserable You ain't welcome in my city, nigga, you pitiful [?] gorillas in numbers [?] coming to get at you You better run, nigga [?] outlaw So I don't give a motherfuck about y'all Nigga still got rich, without y'all I'll fit this 50 in your fucking mouth, dawg Goon squad mafia Talk shit to him [?] [?] I'm knocking it up You niggas ain't rocking shit, if you ain't rocking with us [?] Me and BMB [?] [?] what you know 'bout real niggas [?] Back with goon squad [?] behind me [Chorus: Charli Baltimore] We got them guns [?] [?] They standing [?] Cause [?] We rolling way too deep Gone off that [?] They hollaing out who we? Shit, nigga, it's BMB [Verse 3: Charli Baltimore] It's the secret society, no notoriety Niggas to the right of me, all willing to die for me I ain't gotta [?], I just got my head [?] lay [?]chaos and mayhem [?] last words spoken [?] provoking, then I'll tell him I was joking Oh well, he got taken [?] [?] let a nigga [?] Battlestar Galatica, [?] come this way Got 4 on a [?], they ain't spictacular And they can't shoot back at ya, you can't get one off 5 to the back of ya, hoes get ran off See me in your city, looking like I'm solo But it's 50 thugs with me, all looking like they dolo [?] ain't talking Todo Bring a nigga up, Crip walk in your photo [Chorus: Charli Baltimore] We got them guns [?] [?] They standing [?] Cause [?] We rolling way too deep Gone off that [?] They hollaing out who we? Shit, nigga, it's BMB