Dreek2Cool - BFPL (feat. Cashtalk)

I can't fuck with no hater
Bank first play later
I'm in the trap serving customers
Just like im ah waiter
Got that igloo around my neck
May turn you hoe into a skater
And my finger keep on itching
Put that money
Over them bitches
Only recipe i know
Is whipping up a chicken
About that bread like a biscuit
Throw that money like a frisbee
Man your main hoe see
Keep looking
You about to get here took'n
Real westside veteran
Came a long way from a rookie
Real niggas from atlanta tho
Aye free snoop
I met him in west lake
Along time ago
The 1st song we did was Cantelope
If being broke is a disease
Then 100 bands is the antidote
Ima stoner i can handle smoke
That ar15 with telescope
Knock the fur your bubble coat
These broke and
They selling hope
I told the feds all i do is rap
They think im selling dope
You bought a rollie
But won't let it show
You with freak
And you won't let her hoe
Hit a lic then im laying low
I'm bout my scrilla
Got to get it bro
One call i get you hit
Boy they calling me
The commando
I can't fuck with no hater
Bank first play later
I'm in the trap serving customers
Just like im a waiter
Got that igloo around my neck
May turn you hoe into a skater
And my finger keep on itching
Put that money
Over them bitches
Only recipe i know
Is whipping up a chicken
About my bread like a biscuit
Throw that money like a frisbee
Man your main hoe
See keep looking
You about to get here took'n
Real westside veteran
Came a long from a rookie
Real zone 3 nigga
I can't help flex
And i can't never save no hoe
Ain got no s on my chest
I come straight up out the trench
Bitch I learned from the best
Just I tough that f&n
So it can burn though vest
I shot with precision
I got stick don't do no missing
I got lean all on my kidney
Aint got no legs
Can't do no kicking
Suspect can't be a victim
Shot shit up no witnesses
Shot shit from long distance
60 shots cause my nigga crip'n
Police hit the block
Keep your mouth close
We promote silence
Pull up on my block
Thinking shit sweet
We promote violence
We don't play the radio
But we'll play you like violin
Nigga talking bout us
Them nigga pussy
Bitch im five in
I can't fuck with no hater
Bank first play later
I'm in the trap serving customers
Just like im a waiter
Got that igloo around my neck
May turn you hoe into a skater
And my finger keep on itching
Put that money
Over them bitches
Only recipe i know
Is whipping up a chicken
About my bread like a biscuit
Throw that money like a frisbee
Man your main hoe
See keep looking
You about to get here took'n
Real westside veteran
Came a long way from a rookie

Written by:
Rodriquez Strickland

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