B.T.M. (Better than me & Bitches talking messy) Lyrics

While you pussy popping, I'm popping my collar, somewhat like a pimp

Don't play with me as if I was yo bitch because I'm not simp

The first degree, R.I.P., you look up and see it on a blimp

Don't play me like a chimp, and I won't give yo ass banana clips

And when the lights on them, they hating because they ice on dim

All above the rim, I'm dunking, I stay above the rim

They say they better than me, B.T.M., ain't talking acronyms

Bitches talking messy, so you know I can not fuck with them

Niggas talking test, don't make me ace you, ain't talking tech

Strapped up with my vest, the shooter shoot the Mitchell and Ness

Oops I must confess, you pillow talking, I'm up her dress

Nigga nothing less, you on, so sit up at your desk

You can't even get it, it's really time for a lesson

Nigga stop it, with the stressing, you bitching, that shit pathetic

I don't what you been smoking, it had to be some generic

Let me put you on this killa, you tripping you not in heaven

You saying did this nigga kill me, or was I just diabetic

Then you come back down to earth, and you realize just for a second

That this nigga not playing, he dangerous like Armageddon

He got bitches, money, bitches

That may be his secret weapon

While you pussy popping, I'm popping my collar, somewhat like a pimp

Don't play with me as if I was to bitch because I'm not simp

The first degree, R.I.P., you look up and see it on a blimp

Don't play me like a chimp, and I won't give yo ass banana clips

And when the lights on them, they hating because they ice on dim

All above the rim, I'm dunking, I stay above be the rim

They say they better than me, B.T.M., ain't talking acronyms

Bitches talk messy, so you know I can not fuck with them

Sugar nigga, I don't need no sugar

I don't want a coat

Don't forget you diabetic, you just need that sweet and low

Super smooth sweetness, I know you think this shit is a joke

Until I make yo roll bounce, my foot is all up in yo throat

I like my shit on ice, I got you shaking, you catching chills

I'm going for the kill, on tv, I'm thinking I'm watching bill

Pop you like a pill, then you leave spinning just like a drill

Well that's one way to live, rebirth you, and put you in your crib

Close casket nigga, ima making sure that it's uppercase

R.I.P. to buddy, rest easy, there was no aftertaste

A nigga lost of words I'm making sure it ain't shit to say

Remove you from existence, and wipe you from the whole database

While you pussy popping, I'm popping my collar, somewhat like a pimp

Don't play with me as if I was to bitch because I'm not simp

The first degree, R.I.P., you look up and see it on a blimp

Don't try to play me like a chimp, and I won't give yo ass banana clips

And when the lights on them, they hating because they ice on dim

All above the rim, I'm dunking, I stay above be the rim

They say they better than me, B.T.M., ain't talking acronyms

Bitches talk messy, so you know I can not fuck with them

They motherfucking got my motherfucking name in they mouth

Not at this very moment

But trust my motherfucking name will be in your motherfucking mouth

Just don't be talking messy

Keep that shit playa

That's' all you ever gotta do

Keep that shit playa

Stop hating on a nigga