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Lil BK

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Let me get straight to the topic
Popping these X pills I'm off it
Hit the girl once then I off it
Straight off the top, you know that I got it

Ye I'm going to get to the bands
I'm in the field, you just sit on the bench
Me and my shooter we straight out the trench
Brother back in town, we back at it again

Up in the trap, throw work on the scale
If I get locked up no I can't ever tell
My brother in the bin, I hope he doing well
I'm smoking dead guys, can you handle the smell
Gra Gra Gra
Glitch on my waist, so you can't even tell
Tool up in the back, it'll send you to hell
You know that I post with the demons

Me and my shooter been scheming
Up in the trap, but you don't got a reason
Your girl on my trap phone, because she been fiending
Late nights on the road, I had nowhere to go
Late nights in the trap, I was stuck in the stove
But we take your life broad day, they know my killer don't play
Talk like you're rich but you ain't getting paid

How you go behind my back say you'll slide, but you really tried to slime me
Yeah you really tried to slime me
So I had to do him grimy

Outside with my shooters, gotta hold down on my pole
Outside with some killers, I don't even know
He tried for my pistol, let it hit his nose
Comrade got the tool, let it hit him in his dome

Hit him in his head now that boy voice went missing
I just told that pistol we're going to leave him hissing
I don't even know how he went missing
Brother's got the glizzy he said he's going to hit him

Let the chopper blow like I don't need no permission
Diamonds on the roof, yes they really be glistening
They know I'm the truth, they like little BK you're the realest
My heart stay on freeze I think I lost all my feelings

I've been going hard every day of the month
Put the switch on him then we turn his ass to runts
I didn't have a real home because I grew up in the slums
And the whole gang gotta eat so until then I can't be done

Shorty getting battered, she just wants to have some fun
Got her in my backseat, she just wants to play with guns
Block turned to a track meet, why they always run
They thought that they had me, I said you're really dumb
I keep a shiesty inside of my vehicle
These boys not really part of the team
Waste yute talking, get put on a tee
Back at the club, I was smoking a gram
Pistol on pistol, we been throwing deep
Comrade got clutching all up on the nine
I got his shorty back up on her knees
She said she loves me, I said baby please

Ah ah ah ah
Smoking on the zaza
Ah ah ah ah
Back outside the plaza
Ah ah ah ah
Way too fast like NASA
Ah ah ah ah
The heat on me like lava

Let me get straight to the topic
Popping these X pills I'm off it
Hit the girl once then I off it
Straight off the top, you know that I got it

Ye, I'm going to get to the bands
I'm in the field, you just sit on the bench
Me and my shooter we straight out the trench
Brother back in town, we back at it again

Up in the trap, throw work on the scale
If I get locked up no I can't ever tell
My brother in the bin, I hope he doing well
I'm smoking dead guys, can you handle the smell
Gra Gra Gra
Glitch on my waist, so you can't even tell
Tall up in the back, it'll send you to hell
You know that I post with the demons

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