509 BMG - crack

Yeah, ayy, yeah, I'm short
Wait, who
Ayy, ayy
I don't wanna hear y'all pussy niggas music, that shit wack
B.M.G., call me Ronald Reagan, nigga, this shit crack
What you say, nigga, it don't take much to get up on your ass
I get a lot of motherfuckin' pape, these lil' hoes want me bad
I might blow this bitch so fast, 15 seconds, I drop the mag
Up the fye, and had them niggas scratchin', look like they got crabs
Won't pull my thing out, less I plan to bang, Bombs over Baghdad
Baby, what you tryna do? You gon' need some knee pads, ayy
This shit, Ramadan, my boys catch him at night and we gon' eat him
Come around here thinkin' shit, sweet nigga, looks could be deceivin
If you can't handle the pressure, don't even do nothin' illegal
I be staying to myself, cause I don't like y'all fuckin' people
B.M.G., this shit I spit so dope, niggas gon' need a needle, ayy
This shit addictive, just like fentanyl, like odd future, we kill them all
How the hell you finna slide to my crib, you ain't finna drop them drawers, ayy
Babygirl come over here, I'm tryna lock your fuckin' jaw, ayy
Run up on a B.M.G., nigga, you got some balls
I think that this nigga stupid, we gon' get his dog ass neutered
I take y'all niggas for a joke, y'all tickling my sense of humor
I told the hoe, I'm tryna get some brain, let me be your tutor
Call Lil B.M.G. computer, you can't turn him off once he get booted
I got some shit to hit your heart, but I don't love ya, I'm not cupid
Treat your ass like you can't pay the rent, evicted, we remove you
How the fuck y'all niggas chillin with no cheese, yall niggas useless

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