Lyrics:
know you're hopin' I'm blind, cause you don't want me to shine)
[Sauce Money]
No secret, undefeated, I'm top seeded
Whenever I drop hits, you don
Indeed truly we are the mighty mighty BDP posse
This is our fourth album and we're still not takin' no shorts
Yeah, ha hah!
On the wheels
an A to the K
Get your ass spayed like bidets breakin' your legs
Eight different ways, aim for the waist, you chumps don't
Even know how to do somethin'
Yeah yeah
Uh
Yeah
Sitting on top of albums of shit
You know
Hit me in the AM
You can catch me in a Brougham
Just sipping what I can
Hit me in the AM
every bar, go from the start
But I had to get it right because I wanna see my name on the charts
K.Ji gets gassed every week when I play my songs
Tee hits
I won't diss shit
I hit sport mode don't know stick shift
You get dismissed
From the park like 1 6 bitch
Did my shit quick
Ran it up like it's
that's
There's a lot of percussion
There was yeah
Lots of things getting hit by other things
A notch down
Ctrl+A
Kay, now we're ready
Ctrl+C
We literally
'Zy rollin' with my cateye, deadeye
Ain't afraid to flame a rat up
But I hot out fathom
My album hit the shelves
We hustle for record sales
Hit my
Bounce out, wit, sticks, cock, aim, shoot, hit
Bounce out, wit, sticks, cock, aim, shoot, hit
Bounce out, wit, sticks, cock, aim, shoot, hit
AR by my bed
a mil before my album hit the shelves
And I ain't talkin' bout no signin' bonus (uh-uh)
'Tics went platinum to remind ya homey
I'm not a restroom so
The last thing I'll say is that I don't love all of the album, I think it's too much beeps and bops. I think that, I think just like, what like, what
Illegal Music
Through this year we done made a few hits
I say we cos I know the truth is
You put me here (You put me here)
I don't ever wanna let you down
girl, Nesbly my chick
And I got diamonds that's all on her wrist
I hit record and make songs by myself
I need some more time to find more of myself
Nesbly
take it from ya
And if we lose we gon' take it from ya
Real shit, real spill
Hit'em with the chopper right up in the grill
I don't give a fuck where
drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,
And I don't care what you think about me, but just remember
When it hits the fan, brother, whether it's next year, ten years
Twenty years from now,
understood finally
If you want to come and get it you know where to find me
'Cause I don't got no time for anyone who be tryin' me
Know if they don
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
be somebody rich
Look
But for now this what you get
Nigga been chased a hit
Maybe a number one album
But we gotta wait for the outcome
But I'm only
or Scot La Rock
But they can get bust
Get robbed, get dropped
I don't play around
Nor do I fuck around
And you can tell by the bodies that are
the hills to the best
I prove that I'm witty by usin my mind
I spit from my heart so you don't confuse
Me with other crews in my city
Cause I am the hardest
't stress nuttin
Bought your album, that's how I broke the eject button
Don't stress dudes, we just plot our next move
Make niggas look stupid like joggin
Disclaimer
You may disagree with some of the views portrayed on this album
And Handycap does not really give a damn
No autotune was used in
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
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