BMT

Lyrics

[Chorus] Yo, BMT, I'm on a big man ting I ain't going into clubs without my big hand ting Got eleven on my finger, that's a big man ring Yeah, I got a big bag, no bin man ting See me jumpin' in the Porsches with them big back tings All I really know for sure is I won't kiss that ting Big man ting, my niggas tryna bring straps in See them in some big jackets on some Big Shaq ting [Verse 1] BMT, my Rollie, that's a presi', not a GMT I'm rolling with my black youngsters they're not CMG I'm on my block or at the top, that's where you're seeing me My nigga Stro servin' 3 on 3's out that GLE My mummy told me that they're playing me on BBC My youngins always doing shootings on a wheelie spree So all they really got is dirt bikes like DBE My teacher was a bitch, she never did believe in me (Huh?) But now she's looking lost 'Cause her whole year's wages, that's my booking cost Man, it feels like ages since I cooked a block But that's 'cause I let young niggas jugg it off with C and them Turned 18, I went to adult jail, I'm seeing men Going in a cell for one-on-ones and there's three of them Still I got it cracking, I'm never feeling wet Got a brick off my ahki Khaled, nigga, we the best [Chorus] Yo, BMT, I'm on a big man ting I ain't going into clubs without my big hand ting Got eleven on my finger, that's a big man ring Yeah, I got a big bag, no bin man ting See me jumpin' in the Porsches with them big back tings All I really know for sure is I won't kiss that ting Big man ting, my niggas tryna bring straps in See them in some big jackets on some Big Shaq ting [Verse 2] Yo, big man ting, I'm on some big man stuff You ain't never bought no bricks 'cause that's some big man grub I'm in the G-Wagon, vanishing, big man trap All my niggas are attracting is them big back sluts Yo I'm jiggy-jiggy wid it, I'm busy-busy wid it My nigga he gets lizzy wid it, now we're on a prison visit Bombaclaat, man had some pretty girls, was scratchin' up my foreign car Yo, that's a problem, dawg But yo, big man ting All I'm hearing these days is, "Can you bring man in?" (Huh?) I was trapping all night and you weren't with that ting You was outside ravin' on some wingman ting Little silly pricks, and I got pretty chicks tryna send me images Tryna make me finish with the missus But I ain't gonna finish with the missus, she's the realest Just come and bust it open once you're finished with the dishes [Chorus] Yo, BMT, I'm on a big man ting I ain't going into clubs without my big hand ting Got eleven on my finger, that's a big man ring Yeah, I got a big bag, no bin man ting See me jumpin' in the Porsches with them big back tings All I really know for sure is I won't kiss that ting Big man ting, my niggas tryna bring straps in See them in some big jackets on some Big Shaq ting