CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : BMW
N****s know we having sh*t, we been having sh*t
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 b*t*h, hop in the BMW to us
Later on that day, goddamn it, we crashed that BMW six
I bought that b*t*h popping
You don't even know how to f**k 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 b*t*h with me off the sh*ts (Uh-uh)
That b*t*h famous to some of y'all but to me that lil' b*t*h ain't sh*t
Uh, uh
I f**ked your b*t*h, I bet I'll clap again
Spin that b*t*h, 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 b*t*h, 'cause that sh*t off the head
Some of the sh*t we ain't do opps but they still shot in the head
Some sh*t 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 sh*t
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 (b*t*h, uh)
b*t*h be f**kin' for nothin' (f**kin' for nothin')
Don't move b*t*h I'm bussin' (b*t*h I'm bussin')
2020 the Range, Amiri jeans, my chain all custom (My chain all custom)
I'm f**kin' these b*t*hes not cuffin' (Uh-uh)
One of them n***as from the city that really came from nothin' (We came from nothin')
One of them n***as 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 b*t*h with me off the sh*ts (Uh-uh)
That b*t*h famous to some of y'all but to me that lil' b*t*h ain't sh*t
Uh, uh
I f**ked your b*t*h, I bet I'll clap again
Spin that b*t*h, 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 b*t*h, 'cause that sh*t off the head (That sh*t 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 b*t*h, hop in the BMW to us
Later on that day, goddamn it, we crashed that BMW six
I bought that b*t*h popping
You don't even know how to f**k 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 b*t*h with me off the sh*ts (Uh-uh)
That b*t*h famous to some of y'all but to me that lil' b*t*h ain't sh*t
Uh, uh
I f**ked your b*t*h, I bet I'll clap again
Spin that b*t*h, 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 b*t*h, 'cause that sh*t off the head
Some of the sh*t we ain't do opps but they still shot in the head
Some sh*t 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 sh*t
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 (b*t*h, uh)
b*t*h be f**kin' for nothin' (f**kin' for nothin')
Don't move b*t*h I'm bussin' (b*t*h I'm bussin')
2020 the Range, Amiri jeans, my chain all custom (My chain all custom)
I'm f**kin' these b*t*hes not cuffin' (Uh-uh)
One of them n***as from the city that really came from nothin' (We came from nothin')
One of them n***as 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 b*t*h with me off the sh*ts (Uh-uh)
That b*t*h famous to some of y'all but to me that lil' b*t*h ain't sh*t
Uh, uh
I f**ked your b*t*h, I bet I'll clap again
Spin that b*t*h, 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 b*t*h, 'cause that sh*t off the head (That sh*t off the top)
