250BLZRD - B&B Lyrics

Cop a nigga if he cracking
If he slacking, gonna track him like a Kraken, yo
Throw him back in the deep end
'Cause he creeping and dreaming on these niggas like whoa
I know Kung Fu like I'm f*cking Po
Run these streets like a f*cking pro
I've been waiting for your ass at the door
Take your shit and your f*cking ho
This ain't a joke, I'm no f*cking Chappelle
Run on yo ass, got no ammo repel
I control you like it's a f*cking spell
Run or hide, you got no one to tell
Weep and cry like a little bitch
I don't care if you blood or crip
Tell your squad, you little f*cking snitch
Biever Boys is who you f*cking with
I'm popping these pills like pellets out a gun
I fly in the building like 2000 one
Nine double one the track until it's done
I Taliban tally up bands till it's gone
I'm Double one stacked up, your mans getting none
I doubled my bitch and I added the sum
Subtracted that bitch cause she added a son
F*ck that bitch and I ain't kidding we done
I'm missing division from money that comes
In from the shows that I smoke up like lungs
Accountants are counting and saying they done
With thumbing my money, their hands going numb
They can't do the math, nah, those boys are too dumb
There's too many zeros compared to the ones
There's too many heroes compared to the ones
That's really out here doing shit on the run
Wrote some bars and did some shows
Wrote some flows and then I rose
Now I know these famous hoes
Sip Rosé with Amber Rose
Wrote some bars and did some shows
Wrote some flows and then I rose
Now I know these famous hoes
Sip Rosé with Amber Rose
I know flows and this is cold
I ride low with wheels that's chrome
Bangers hit you in your dome
Coroner goin' send you home
I'm with the gang and we cashed out and bagged it
Only f*ck with my bros, so I guess I'm a faggot
We packed up the snow in the back and then wrapped it
Just like all these bitches, these beats they be slapping
This shit could turn tragic, who ready for action
My gang is some wolves, we divide up your fractions
We rapping, we capping, we clapping up niggas
My blade slice the air while you gripping your triggers
We lynching them niggas, our bounty get bigger
Isis is steadily counting up figures
I'm feeling myself, think I need liquor
Take your bitch home to decap her, then stick her
Yo girl on my gram
And she say I'm that nigga
I don't want seconds
I'm keeping my figure
I don't got seconds
My time is expensive
Like Audemars Piguet
I'm chasing the skrilla
You niggas is reckless
Man, y'all need a sitter
Toxic, like alcohol when it hit liver
Skrrt and I swerve on you niggas
I'm moving in silence
I'm not talking whisper, ayy
All black, no Bruce Wayne
Flipping bricks, no cocaine
In the cut, no band-aid
When you hit the wall, no spay paint
Super-villain call me Bane, ayy
I Gotham going insane, ayy
My pen spazzing like Wayne on you niggas
I got that ice in my veins, ayy
I got your bitch and I got them Balmains
I got your bitch and I got them Balmains
I got your bitch and I got them Balmains
I got your bitch and I got them Balmains
I got your bitch and I got them Balmains
I got your bitch and I got them Balmains
I got your bitch and I got them Balmains
Balmains