"BMW" lyrics
Niggas know we having shit, we been having shit
You know we really cut from that cloth, you feel me?
We really goin' at high speeds, you feel me?
Von crash to the top, I had to hop out that bitch, hop in the BMW to us
Later on that day, goddamn it, we crashed that BMW six
I bought that bitch popping
You don't even know how to fuck with [?] for real
They got Wooskii on the mix
Uh, uh
We just crashed the BMW's
Hotels off the number, valets out the W, uh (Uh)
Thick bitch with me off the shits (Uh-uh)
That bitch famous to some of y'all but to me that lil' bitch ain't shit
Uh, uh
I fucked your bitch, I bet I'll clap again
Spin that bitch, five shots ain't dead, I bet I'll clap again (Brra, brra, brra)
2013, we was in school, I used to write with pens
Now I'm in the stu, I say whatever bitch, 'cause that shit off the head
Some of the shit we ain't do opps but they still shot in the head
Some shit the opps ain't did to us but they still say they did (Know they didn't, uh)
If it's that we spark, highspeed and we empty the car shit
It ain't about no fast car, to get away when I'm off it (Skrr)
It's all about who behind the wheel (Uh for real)
Opps call me like they tryna kill (For real)
Steady tellin' me flip my camera, so they could know I ain't close to them, uh (Bitch, uh)
Bitch be fuckin' for nothin' (Fuckin' for nothin')
Don't move bitch I'm bussin' (Bitch I'm bussin')
2020 the Range, Amiri jeans, my chain all custom (My chain all custom)
I'm fuckin' these bitches not cuffin' (Uh-uh)
One of them niggas from the city that really came from nothin' (We came from nothin')
One of them niggas that's from the city, ain't really got no budget (Got no budget)
A real rapper that ain't scared to say I used to struggle
Uh, uh
We just crashed the BMW's
Hotels off the number, valets out the W, uh (Uh)
Thick bitch with me off the shits (Uh-uh)
That bitch famous to some of y'all but to me that lil' bitch ain't shit
Uh, uh
I fucked your bitch, I bet I'll clap again
Spin that bitch, five shots ain't dead, I bet I'll clap again (Brra, brra, brra)
2013, we was in school, I used to write with pens
Now I'm in the stu, I say whatever bitch, 'cause that shit off the head (That shit off the top)
You know we really cut from that cloth, you feel me?
We really goin' at high speeds, you feel me?
Von crash to the top, I had to hop out that bitch, hop in the BMW to us
Later on that day, goddamn it, we crashed that BMW six
I bought that bitch popping
You don't even know how to fuck with [?] for real
They got Wooskii on the mix
Uh, uh
We just crashed the BMW's
Hotels off the number, valets out the W, uh (Uh)
Thick bitch with me off the shits (Uh-uh)
That bitch famous to some of y'all but to me that lil' bitch ain't shit
Uh, uh
I fucked your bitch, I bet I'll clap again
Spin that bitch, five shots ain't dead, I bet I'll clap again (Brra, brra, brra)
2013, we was in school, I used to write with pens
Now I'm in the stu, I say whatever bitch, 'cause that shit off the head
Some of the shit we ain't do opps but they still shot in the head
Some shit the opps ain't did to us but they still say they did (Know they didn't, uh)
If it's that we spark, highspeed and we empty the car shit
It ain't about no fast car, to get away when I'm off it (Skrr)
It's all about who behind the wheel (Uh for real)
Opps call me like they tryna kill (For real)
Steady tellin' me flip my camera, so they could know I ain't close to them, uh (Bitch, uh)
Bitch be fuckin' for nothin' (Fuckin' for nothin')
Don't move bitch I'm bussin' (Bitch I'm bussin')
2020 the Range, Amiri jeans, my chain all custom (My chain all custom)
I'm fuckin' these bitches not cuffin' (Uh-uh)
One of them niggas from the city that really came from nothin' (We came from nothin')
One of them niggas that's from the city, ain't really got no budget (Got no budget)
A real rapper that ain't scared to say I used to struggle
Uh, uh
We just crashed the BMW's
Hotels off the number, valets out the W, uh (Uh)
Thick bitch with me off the shits (Uh-uh)
That bitch famous to some of y'all but to me that lil' bitch ain't shit
Uh, uh
I fucked your bitch, I bet I'll clap again
Spin that bitch, five shots ain't dead, I bet I'll clap again (Brra, brra, brra)
2013, we was in school, I used to write with pens
Now I'm in the stu, I say whatever bitch, 'cause that shit off the head (That shit off the top)
