"BS Story" lyrics
It's a Wayne Beat
We're with White Grease today
Fuck the fire, we got grease
This how it happened
I pulled up to the crib and I saw a car
I'm thinkin' I'm just trippin' 'cause I'm off the bar
Then the window rolled down and I saw a spark
They wasn't shootin' at me though
But it saw like them boys had torpedoes
I had Spark with me, told him, "Get B-roll"
Man, this bitch pussy better than Hot Cheetos
Damn, let me get back to the lil' story
After that one shit happened, found out it was lil' Corey
But it's safe to talk 'bout it, he got booked for it
A nigga put his hands on him and got cooked for it, yeah
If it wasn't at least ten-eleven shootouts, then it wasn't war
They couldn't get over Corey, shot his brother for it
They hit him in his head, fucked up his motherboard
But let me tell you this other story
When I took a nigga to go stand in line for some fuckin' Jordans
You gotta catch this next part, it's that fuckin' important
He only had five hundred on him, so it wasn't worth it
Aight, what the fuck you doin'?
When I think about it, I had three hundred and bought a one of more of them
We should've bought some dope, moral of the story
It's a white boy up here and he wanted forty
So we waitin' on these damn shoes
I just heard a gunshot and seen a hand move
I ain't finished school, but I'm not a damn fool
My motherfuckin' house got a damn pool, nigga
Your house ain't got privacy
And you do not own that house, why you lie to me?
I wonder how my kidney look, I drunk a lot of lean
I be withdrawin' and havin' mood swings, but I'm not a fiend
Damn, I'm trippin', we was talkin' 'bout them fuckin' shoes
The nigga shot the nigga 'cause he cut his juice
Now I mind you, I just bought a one of Juice
The lean bottle fell on the floor, Mike, what you wanna do?
This rap shit gettin' boring, I'm finna go to school
I couldn't find no Louis shit to wear, so I threw on Rhude
Why the fuck I keep jumpin' off the topic?
I was tryna tell y'all 'bout that shit happen at Foot Locker
We was tryna get some shoes and some fuckin' drink
Then a nigga got robbed for the fuckin' drink
He robbed him, then he shot him in his fuckin' face
I ain't talkin' 'bout Gucci Land, that was another day
But at the same spot
He pulled up on Q50 and got his chain got
Drop a hundred on a nigga house, it sound like raindrops
Pick her up and make her suck my dick till I say stop
Don't give a fuck if she get locked jaw
Ain't need a knife when I was locked 'cause I got paws
A nigga said some gay shit and did not pause
A nigga sent a terrorist to threat and got knocked off
Pulled up to the barbecue, she ate my hot dog
He either rap or play ball or he got dogged
Only three things
I still remember when I had three jeans, like
A pair of jogging pants and two pair of Purples
Nah, I'm trippin', it was Jordan Craig's
I wear Air Force 1s, Michael Jordan head
But before the song end, guess what Corey said
He said he'll be home in a minute
He was trippin', said he ain't hit a dome in a minute
I got pissed off when I heard the phone say, "A minute"
Bitch, my dick soft just 'cause you ain't moan when I hit it
I don't wanna fuck, you not into me?
Like, bro, just 'cause I'm richer, we not enemies
I had Louis V shorts on and it was ten degrees
I wanna ride with a bitch dumpin' grits, bumpin' chicken feet
Knocked on his door, January 31st and said, "Trick or treat?"
I forgot I bought the bitch the watch, that's the trick in me
Don't give a fuck about yesterday, that was history
When I smoke dope or snort coke, but A.J. do a brick with me
Talkin' 'bout a brick
Glass pint of Hi-Tech
We're with White Grease today
Fuck the fire, we got grease
This how it happened
I pulled up to the crib and I saw a car
I'm thinkin' I'm just trippin' 'cause I'm off the bar
Then the window rolled down and I saw a spark
They wasn't shootin' at me though
But it saw like them boys had torpedoes
I had Spark with me, told him, "Get B-roll"
Man, this bitch pussy better than Hot Cheetos
Damn, let me get back to the lil' story
After that one shit happened, found out it was lil' Corey
But it's safe to talk 'bout it, he got booked for it
A nigga put his hands on him and got cooked for it, yeah
If it wasn't at least ten-eleven shootouts, then it wasn't war
They couldn't get over Corey, shot his brother for it
They hit him in his head, fucked up his motherboard
But let me tell you this other story
When I took a nigga to go stand in line for some fuckin' Jordans
You gotta catch this next part, it's that fuckin' important
He only had five hundred on him, so it wasn't worth it
Aight, what the fuck you doin'?
When I think about it, I had three hundred and bought a one of more of them
We should've bought some dope, moral of the story
It's a white boy up here and he wanted forty
So we waitin' on these damn shoes
I just heard a gunshot and seen a hand move
I ain't finished school, but I'm not a damn fool
My motherfuckin' house got a damn pool, nigga
Your house ain't got privacy
And you do not own that house, why you lie to me?
I wonder how my kidney look, I drunk a lot of lean
I be withdrawin' and havin' mood swings, but I'm not a fiend
Damn, I'm trippin', we was talkin' 'bout them fuckin' shoes
The nigga shot the nigga 'cause he cut his juice
Now I mind you, I just bought a one of Juice
The lean bottle fell on the floor, Mike, what you wanna do?
This rap shit gettin' boring, I'm finna go to school
I couldn't find no Louis shit to wear, so I threw on Rhude
Why the fuck I keep jumpin' off the topic?
I was tryna tell y'all 'bout that shit happen at Foot Locker
We was tryna get some shoes and some fuckin' drink
Then a nigga got robbed for the fuckin' drink
He robbed him, then he shot him in his fuckin' face
I ain't talkin' 'bout Gucci Land, that was another day
But at the same spot
He pulled up on Q50 and got his chain got
Drop a hundred on a nigga house, it sound like raindrops
Pick her up and make her suck my dick till I say stop
Don't give a fuck if she get locked jaw
Ain't need a knife when I was locked 'cause I got paws
A nigga said some gay shit and did not pause
A nigga sent a terrorist to threat and got knocked off
Pulled up to the barbecue, she ate my hot dog
He either rap or play ball or he got dogged
Only three things
I still remember when I had three jeans, like
A pair of jogging pants and two pair of Purples
Nah, I'm trippin', it was Jordan Craig's
I wear Air Force 1s, Michael Jordan head
But before the song end, guess what Corey said
He said he'll be home in a minute
He was trippin', said he ain't hit a dome in a minute
I got pissed off when I heard the phone say, "A minute"
Bitch, my dick soft just 'cause you ain't moan when I hit it
I don't wanna fuck, you not into me?
Like, bro, just 'cause I'm richer, we not enemies
I had Louis V shorts on and it was ten degrees
I wanna ride with a bitch dumpin' grits, bumpin' chicken feet
Knocked on his door, January 31st and said, "Trick or treat?"
I forgot I bought the bitch the watch, that's the trick in me
Don't give a fuck about yesterday, that was history
When I smoke dope or snort coke, but A.J. do a brick with me
Talkin' 'bout a brick
Glass pint of Hi-Tech
