BMF Lyrics

Look,

Lets talk

Look, beefing never stops

Until we read somebody obituary

We gone put a band on his head

And think he Jason Terry

Then we get his BM F'd, man this shit get scary

Me and bro was bagging in the crib

Tryna be Meech and Terry

Don't associate me with no clowns or no fuck nigga's

If you gotta ask me bout your bitch I prolly fucked nigga

I trap through the holidays, cuz I can't miss no bucks nigga

We gone turn that nigga brain to juice and spill his cup nigga

Everybody 'round me trap or work or scam

Cuz shit ain't free

I need everything down to your social, to your CVV

Stay next to your phone, make sure you home

This hit DBT

Cuz bro gone tweak and blitz your crib

If your phone go on dnd

Different folks but you my brothers, brother

So I'm stepping for you

Ion back and fourth on phones, these techs

Gone get the message for you

Lil bro wanna trap you serve that first plate

I got seconds for you

Fuck that paper up this belt to ass

We got some lessons for you

Lil a hot and paranoid like what they tryna do?

I be saying chill, but deep down I'm tryna fry em' too

Let somebody die on this side, that side is dying too

Money on his head, he not a slave but I can buy em too

Told my mom this rapping gotta work, cuz I ain't tryna work

And if it don't work, I'm grabbing work and hit blocks every first

Niggas that I use to sell to done turned to trappers now

Thinking that I wouldn't rob them cuz I'm a rapper now

Always got a hammer on my belt, as if my brothers Lokie

I fucked all my ex's bestfriend's but we just keep it lowkey

Just me and my brothers on this ship this ain't no Zack and Cody

Need my bitch a 10 all across the board

I'm tryna be like Brody

Don't associate with rats or snakes or niggas pillow talking

Use to be my dawg now he a bitch

I might hop out and walk em'

Out in B-more, niggas reached for Bino's chain

I tried to off em'

Tried to do em' like a old trend and put em' in a coffin

Tell me what you did for me?

Name a time you slid for me?

I done risk my freedom for you

You just shot my vids for free

If ion like the vibe I'll air this crib out like a bnb

And If he talk to much we'll rope his neck up like he mr.T

Love my cousin Daniel but he gotta die for what he did

Nigga I ain't god I don't forget and no I don't forgive

Get work from buffalo I'm tryna catch a bill

Like Stefon Diggs

Christian, till the cops come

Then I'm muslim, fuck them pigs

I ain't clicking up and I sliding with no sucka' nigga's

I be with the K, you won't see me with a bunch of niggas

We gone tap his head just like a goose there ain't no ducking niggas

Shooting first to put him down

Cuz ion know that's it up with niggas (ion know whats up with him)