"BTC" lyrics

Momma said get a G.E.D
I was thinkin' B.T.C
Tryna scam my way
Up out these trenches, I need that G.L.E

I ask my bitch
"Do you really love me? What you see in me?"
Jumped in the streets
And made the block hot, 3 hunnit degrees

My youngins'll hop out
And squeeze on 'em
I'm tryna put the team on
I done went and copped
This big ol' cuban link
And put VV's on it

You don't bleed how I bleed
You ain't the one I lean on
This for my youngin' in the trenches
Go and throw yo ski on

Go and throw yo ski on
Throw that "Stunna G" on
You ever try to stuff hundred thousand
In some Amiri jeans, huh?

We was duckin' federali
Posted in the P's, huh
Oh, you like them fast cars?
Pull up, make a scene, huh

Skrtt off AMG
I'm tryna run my cheese up
We was starvin' at the bottom
They ain't never believe us

I had to overcome my demons
Now I'm overseas, huh
This for all my vultures in the trenches
Nigga, throw yo V's up

Momma said get a G.E.D
I was thinkin' B.T.C
Tryna scam my way
Up out these trenches, I need that G.L.E

I ask my bitch
"Do you really love me? What you see in me?"
Jumped in the streets
And made the block hot, 3 hunnit degrees

My youngins'll hop out
And squeeze on 'em
I'm tryna put the team on
I done went and copped
This big ol' cuban link
And put VV's on it

You don't bleed how I bleed
You ain't the one I lean on
This for my youngin' in the trenches
Go and throw yo ski on

(Hop out and squeeze on 'em)
(I'm tryna put the team on)
(I done went and copped)
(This big ol' cuban link)
(And put VV's on it)
(You don't bleed how I bleed)
(You ain't the one I lean on)
(This for my youngin' in the trenches)
(Go and throw yo ski on)