BN BK ft. Smith.B Lyrics

Better to have too much than too little

I be speakin to these animals like Doctor Doolittle

They mad brittle

Forever second fiddle

Got shooters ready to pop out like fake peanut brittle

Dudes spittle on the mic make it one of a kind

Sell it for 10 bucks and a bag of pork rinds

Said

Fork knife and mad beats

Glued to the TV lockin my own latch-key

Open the gates

Who wanna battle stars like Galactica

Soon as you in have you rushin out like an enema

They hangin on the end of my sentences like a period

You better duck even when I reload like Hyperion

Catch me throwin bands or

Playin Borderlands

Anybody wanna throw hands can get the Tiger Stance

Or if you wanna get the work

Snap you off a joy-con

But think of the old lady whose gonna find you in her koi pond

Breaker One-Nine

I got a decal decaf

Little shot of nothin

But a reminiscent first half

Sickest clique

Your gang ain't shit

Breakfast Klub come through cop a zone then we split

I'll take you out right before a mass apocalypse

Trader Joe's parking lot I heard your girl can take a fist

Comatose

Grandiose

I'm best with the natural stove

Holy smokes I'm burnin down the hotel bro

I'll break your legs move up and give you a face lift

Take you mom out for dinner make her pay never call the bitch

I only fill my bongs with triple filtered water

After that I go get high and lay around in my sauna