Lyrics:
Alabama nigga in the Bessemer City Limit
Alabama nigga in the Birmingham limits
Alabama nigga go to Mobile and get it
Headed back to Bessemer in
shit
I’m on some ten twelve Bessemer ville shit aye
Bout to take the essence
If you grind hard for ain’t no point stressing
On some real shit on some
Gumptown down to Mobile bac to Bessemer
Her ass fat... hmm... nutty professor
Boy you a goofy, the bean got you Loopy, coolin kit with me ya...
hoes need me
Born in Bessemer, Alabama, the worst place in the world
For a Black family to raise a lil' boy and girl
If you ain't talkin' 'bout money,
tripping li boo
Banging big Bs for Bessemer on Q
Why you bitches wanna play
Ion play out the gate
We upping glocks you upping mase
Hit the spot with no face
girl she calling my cellular
Shout-out my folks my momma from bessemer (Momma)
I get the cash I call it collectible
I'm getting so hungry I need me
of these niggas traits
Bessemer so dangerous they'll prolly smoke you for some j's
I'm just tryna see a change
I really need that
Tryna get to LA where
walking in my tennis shoes
My tennis shoes
See them shoes on feet, man they fresh they clean
I be walking thru theses Bessemer streets like bling bling
and a gangster can mold her
Used to pull up in 'Benz with bo's and the boulders
We from Bessemer Alabama we mix with the jokers
Is your heart in it if it ain't
you off the mattress
Pull your hair
All you hear is clapping
You a star
You the main attraction
You the one
And I ain’t clappin
Had a Bessemer
pullup in gear
If you hit the breaks you get shot from the rear
I got Trillers from cali to here
This Lil Bessemer bihh thick I can see it from here
My
from Bessemer to Hoover
Poke out my thumb when I hold up the deuces
on the regular
Nasty like a alien, I'm hungry like the predator
Baddest on the block, them bitches jealous down in Bessemer
It's the money that she fetishize
Love
Benz, aye
Then imma fuck his bitty
We in Bessemer, got the nigga, left that city
Got some niggas in the 5 plottin still tryna hit me
I swear the ones that
With my steppa he from Bessemer
Slammin pack like some wrestlers
Slide down with my nigga from the Park
Charge a lot Tesla
Can't keep niggas like us away
We Steeling
Like the Bessemer Process Yoo
saw Homewood and I said let's roam
To my niggas in Center Point
Hoover, Trussville, and Birmingham
But to keep it real
My ex in Bessemer was the final
out in Harvey where my Joe at
They drop rake we make them do a four flat
On Bessemer Boss ask me where my folks at
I'm tricky nigga tell me where
like contraband
But I could give a damn, like a grant for a reservoir
Loose handles I make the steal like I'm Bessemer
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