Bebécito, FlyGuyy - Vibing Wit The Mamís

We ride high, no lie
They hating I'm not surprised
And I post as much throwbacks as I feel like
Yah!

Sippin' peach tea, on my way from the beach
Weed smokin', sunroof open, on my way from the east
In my passenger seat, a fine dime cutie pie
She aesthetically pleasing, so she could ride, we gone slide
Now, BC on the map, all my tracks is where it's at
If you haven't got that, then you don't know slaps
Seems a lot of saps that's going mimis on BC
But I pay em no mind, these fly freaks wanna see me
Easy, breezy, beautiful be my guests
She inna summer dress at Javier's, we living our best
Too blessed to be stressed, we got goals fasho
I keep vibing with the mamis and spitting my flows
Now here we, here we, here we go
On our way to the studio
Hella rappers wanna battle like we boutta play Yu-Gi-Oh!
Truth be told, I'm not on what they on, so float on
Playing kingpin don, til they look up
They hoes gone
Where they at? They at the Bebecito show
He getting chose
He on his way to major dough, you better
(Act just like you know!)
He the coolest, he the swaggiest, explains the haters glarin'
Ladies starin' as I move the crown and keep the speakers blarin'

Now I'm big chillin', blazin' up the yeska
It's the Mista BC
(Fiesta)
Now I'm big chillin', blazin' up the yeska
It's the, it's the Mista BC
(Just like that)
Now I'm big chillin', blazin' up the yesca
(Fiesta, fiesta)
(Fiesta)
Now I'm big chillin', blazin' up the yesca
It's the, it's the, it's the Mista BC
(Just like that)

Written by:
Branden Carcamo

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