"B1" lyrics

Yo
Name a strip in my town that I ain't been on
And before Booter Bee they'd call me B1
Little old me banged on D1
Praying that I only see a clean run
I make dua put my head on the mat
I got my buzz from bootings only telling them facts
Tell the feds leave me alone I ain't selling no packs
And tell the labels give it a rest I ain't selling no tracks

I'm on a meeting with the plug but my manager ain't there
Cool you get shot in your face we ain't square
If she acts right might take her to Mayfair
Didn't go cunch and still made a bag a day there
I got baddies on the gram want me to break their backbone
Really made a killing pinging off on my trap phone
When Jake's took the guys it's me that gave the block hope
Don't mix me in your beef bro I'll give your opps poles

Name a strip in my town that I ain't been on
And before Booter Bee they'd call me B1
Little old me banged on D1
Praying that I only see a clean run
I make dua put my head on the mat
I got my buzz from bootings only telling them facts
Tell the feds leave me alone I ain't selling no packs
And tell the labels give it a rest I ain't selling no tracks