B2A Lyrics

Got my double cup filled up with wine, I'm sippin' stupid things

Yeah, my brody like, what you gon' pull up in told him a Super Plane

I like Rick Owens, Balenci, and I got Chrome Heart ways

And I ain't gon' change my ways, can't change

Never seen ya round here think you new to things

But I'm tryna see new things, and my cup bloody, not Kool-Aid

Smoke dope, I be high for two days

If it's up and its stuck, niggas too late

Knock, knock, I'm come in

Rolls Royce Cullinan

Just wine in it no Codeine

Double life baby, exploring

Bitch, I'm outta this world, I'm a failed experiment Ooh, ah

I'm alone by myself, I ain't scared to see it Ooh, ah

Baby girl, she the devil, I think she compared to Satan Ooh, ah

You can take it how you take it

I aint here you tell me what you sayin

And it take one call she gettin naked

I'll be there in a Bentley Mulsanne

I'm like, let's talk about a business

Wait a minute whats wrong with you bae

Lil' coupe, we was all fitting in it

Just tryna get from B to the A

You could lie, I could see it in your face

Girl, you don't even know what you sayin

She want me to pull up to the place

Tell her I'll be there when I make it

When I make it, I see a lot of mini-me's Mm, ah

Elon musk made it, I saved a lot of energy Mm ah

Smith & Wesson, Ruger

I peeped you a rude gyal

And I keep the heat for when it's hot, dawg

Just in case I got to turn cool, cat

Yeah, I like the finest of fashion yea I like the designer

She wanna get from B to the A

So that bih mountain climbin

Ayy, can't catch me in front of these lanes

Can't catch me around

Man, these lables callin' my phone this shit getting astounding

Ayy, is you about it baby, baby, tell me about it

Ayy, bout it

exotic

Smoke it, feel like loudest

Ooh, gave me brain yea the bitch steady topping me

At the game and I swear im on top, top

Gave me matta the bih gave me mat mat

Catch me in the section with the bottles and ba bas

Cheesy, cheese provolone yea she like my song

Groovy we don't get along

But she want me to come pull up

And give me the booty

Got my double cup filled up with wine, I'm sippin' stupid things

Yeah, my brody like, what you gon' pull up in told him a Super Plane

I like Rick Owens, Balenci, and I got Chrome Heart ways

And I ain't gon' change my ways, can't change

Never seen ya round here think you new to things

But I'm tryna see new things, and my cup bloody, not Kool-Aid

Smoke dope, I be high for two days

If it's up and its stuck, niggas too late

Knock, knock, I'm come in

Rolls Royce Cullinan

Just wine in it no Codeine

Double life baby, exploring

Bitch, I'm outta this world, I'm a failed experiment Ooh, ah

I'm alone by myself, I ain't scared to see it Ooh, ah

Baby girl, she the devil, I think she compared to Satan Ooh, ah

You can take it how you take it

I aint here you tell me what you sayin

And it take one call she gettin naked

I'll be there in a Bentley Mulsanne

I'm like, let's talk about a business

Wait a minute whats wrong with you bae

Lil' coupe, we was all fitting in it

Just tryna get from B to the A