"BNB" lyrics

Woo!
Everybody wanna be famous
Now I'm going up and they hate it
Now I'm going up and they hate it
Bitches and bottles, bitches and bottles
Bitches and bottles, bitches and bottles

Bitches and bottles, hit on a model
She know what I'm on, we ain't cuddling after
[?], she fuck with the pastor
Turns out she was just fucking with Casper
Two tone Glock and it's mixed like me
Drip like me, cuban link white tee
He died in the staircase I'm smoking on T
He died in the stu' and I'm smoking on C Sick
Everybody wanna be famous
Cold outside and she still getting naked
Still get naked, she just wanna make it
[?] she just wanna shake it
Look at my life can't fake it
They blaming it on the matrix
Running through the 6ix like Drake did
I'm with [?] getting faded
In Peru signing titties I'm famous
If you're listening to this it's too late
I already hopped on that plane
I'm in the P and I put in that pain
I'm in the park and I'm making it rain
Stain gang chain hit it on a stain
Free J Money he gon' let it bang
Free 21 in the clip yeah it hang
Everybody wanna be balling
Lil' nigga need to get taller
Had a big gun, had to get something smaller
You are my son, you are my toddler
My bitch is a brat like I'm daughter
Her pussy get wet like the water
My gun it stay hot like a sauna
You testing my gang you get slaughtered

Woo!
Everybody wanna be famous
Now I'm going up and they hate it
Bitches and bottles, bitches and bottles
Bitches and bottles, bitches and bottles
Everybody wanna be famous
Now they all know what my name is
Bitches and bottles, bitches and bottles
Bitches and bottles, bitches and bottles