[ Featuring Lentra ]
(Hey, mister)
(The f*ck you mean, you ain't heard of no f*ckin' Lentra the God?)
Yeah, I'm bad to the bone
I ain't sure what you been told
Yeah, I'm mad, you a clone
Sussy boy don't even have a sound of his own
I'm a dad, you're disowned
I'm a fire hazard makin' hits from my home
I'm a tad bit broke
Bbno$ means baby no stones (whoa)
I like chick flicks, yeah, I'm realistic
Big bone, bad lady with some lipstick (ooh)
I got a freak on me
I went for five seconds, yeah, we talkin' history
Then I snipped, snipped, snipped, no vasectomy
That's the key, I don't want a smaller me
Actually (uh), possibly (maybe, huh)
I'm rappin' off the beat (whoa)
I like big cases filled with blue faces (I'm talkin' money, money, money)
I'd rather not rhyme shit, I'm a hypocrite
Yeah, I'm a rapper, but I'd rather do a Fitbit-bit
'Cause I care about your health, no shit (yeah)
A, B, C, yeah, one, two, three
Three, two, one, here comes the beat
Yeah, I'm bad to the bone
I ain't sure what you been told
Yeah, I'm mad, you a clone
Sussy boy don't even have a sound of his own
I'm a dad, you're disowned
I'm a fire hazard makin' hits from my home
I'm a tad bit broke
Bbno$ means baby no stones
Gucci fufu slide (yeah, spend, spend)
Oops, I told some lies (my bad)
Why are you surprised? (Shouldn't be)
Open up your eyes (sesame, oh)
I'm not a wah-wah baby (no)
I need a wap, wap, baby (whoa)
You gonna call me crazy? (Whoa)
Baby, can you get, get, get, get low?
I don't wanna do no chit-chat
When I'm in the club, can't you see I'm on the tic tac?
I took her down, down, down
And I'm dancin' with your bitch like a clown, clown, clown
F to pay respects, follow along now
A, B, C, yeah, one, two, three
Three, two, one, here comes the beat
Yeah, I'm bad to the bone
I ain't sure what you been told
Yeah, I'm mad, you a clone
Sussy boy don't even have a sound of his own
I'm a dad, you're disowned
I'm a fire hazard makin' hits from my home
I'm a tad bit broke
Bbno$ means baby no stones
