BECSPK ft. Bub Styles Lyrics

Them boys talkin' millis haven't touched a hundred yet

I don't talk but clock 10 G's before the sun'll set

New York to London down to Summerset

Heard about they price the opposition fucked around and got they drummers wet

They stepped up and got they neck cut

Broke fist to knife fight them biceps flexed up

I packed 3 bricks in hidden panels in the lex truck

Wrote the book on corner dollars boy that shit text book

Y'all do it for the violence, I do it for commas

You do it for respect, I do it in silence

Fluffy pounds of different flavored pollens

A botanist with these flowers these boys cowards, shit

Way before the shine I used to bus dimes

You take tequila shots and then suck limes

That's why ya boys stay salty

Kneel down and kiss the ring im the face of royalty

See me on ya street posted in a Gi

Barefeet

Fairy MC's couldn't share the air I breathe

Grapple sequence leave you sleepin' once I squeeze the RNC

People speakin' on His Ruggedness it seems they all agree

Prestigious pedigree respected 'cross the seven seas

If nothin' turn to somethin' face percussion when you step to me

I take your mere presence disrespectfully

My mans jump out them caravans

Turn ya fam to refugees

Met my best friends under sketchy circumstances

You met besties in dance circles wearing stretchy pants

A reckless glance'll get you wrecked

Perchance you can get the hands

Switch the stance

Verses got'em in a trance

Major impactor

X Factor haver

Master rhyme crafter

Matter fact

City on my back

My act have fans crowdin', shoutin' from the stands and jumpin' out the rafters

Once Rugged touch a mic stand nobody can after

Listen here I'll make it crystal clear like water out in Bora Bora

Lean out the ford explorer

And make a scene outta "Law and Order"

My team puttin' raw on corners

Yeah we choppin' grams

Got a rasta man that pop the can'

Out the dollar van

I'm still in the kitchen

Whippin' with them pots and pans

Take ya wife

I gave her white sauce like the halal stand

Grindin'

Pump rocks so much I'll make the plug hot

I'm a lineman nigga

I could show you how to run block

Raid drug spots

Stop my shine I'm taking sun block

With a dumb thot, Barbie, 'rari color cumquat

Cane whippin'

Raisin' the bar

Like I'm weightliftin'

K spittin'

Bangin' over the car

I'm Blake Griffin

True boss

And my state of mind is New York

I move raw

And I'm killin' the hood nigga like newports

You a non athlete

Fuckin' weak

Like Sean Bradley

Fuck if the broad married she suckin' me like hard candy

Watch who you call family

Keep it on the waistline

Potato on the barrel

My gun spittin' steak fries

Son you regular piff

I'm medical shit

Cut'em bad they couldn't fix'em wit' the medical kit

My flow special and shit

Yeah my brain don't really work right

Have a hundred niggas on 4 wheelers and dirt bikes

Word life

I remember swerving on the turnpike

Now I got bitches eatin' my wood like termites

Hammer spray squirt a shot turn ya block to the Mandalay

I'm gettin' money like Kim K

Cuz I married yay

I do a movie broad day

That's a matinee

Got fiends fighting over the rock

Like Cam and Jay