#bffr! Lyrics

Bans in my pocket can't pick up my pants

I gotta Glock make a nigga dance

Pull out da choppa he put up his hands

Why she actin' like a fan?

She wanna talk I'm not ya fuckin' friend

Imma pull up wit choppas in a van

Hop off a jet I juss landed in France

I bet dat he pussy I'll put up a ban

W-W-Walk in da building wit a Glock in my hand

I need a check yeah, a hundred bans

He talk on da net but dat nigga ran

Pop dat nigga like a xan

We bout to do em dirty like a plant

She wanna fuck shawty what's da plan

She wanna talk cause she know I'm da man

He talking tuff we gon pop on his mans

Hop in da car skrt off inna Benz

Get to da bread, only cause I can

I do what I want, do you understand?

I gotta Glock betta duck don't stand

I keep a Glock on da nightstand

He wanna test I'm da right man

Im uppin' da glock he think we fightin'

I get da bag yeah I'm chasin' da guap

Dat bitch for the team I ain't cuffin' no thot

She wanna fuck but she suck it a lot

Imma pull up wit a Glock in a box

Dat nigga smoochie he cuffin' da bops

You juss drop an album da bitch really flopped?

He talkin' tuff we got shoot at his pops

I get to the bag juss give me my props

He try to run dat nigga get flocked

And I hop inna coupe skrt off wit no top

Get to da bag yeah I run it up

They juss be talkin' juss shut the fuck up

Imma pull up wit a lot inna Glock

She wanna pull up juss suck onna cock

Hop out wit da chop and dat bitch gotta stock

Slide down wit a glock and dis g ain't gon lock

Diamonds on me stay frozen

Went to the mall yeah I ball like DeRozan

Got glock tucked but dat bitch keep pokin'

Ridin' around in dat car and it stolen

Bitch give me brain like she went to Rowan

They really mad cause I'm four throwin'

She want me to slide you know I ain't going

Put a glock to ya head like it's a sew in

Hit from the back got her ass growin'

She wanna fuck got her ass showin'

Put my ice in the air got my wrist snowin'

I'm fuckin' ya bitch, yeah you ain't knowin'

She textin my phone why that bitch annoyin'

I up da chop niggas know I'm scorin'

I up da glock got dat bitch roarin'

City to city you know dat we tourin' (bow,blit)