BFL Jayy - RPG (feat. BFL Vic) Lyrics

I ain't playing with this blaster, don't make me have to vaporize
Smokin' in these states, they hate the weed, this shit not legalized
Shit that I be puttin' in my body, I can't be scared to die
Hopped out, bitch, I'm masked up, look like a samurai

You should probably fall back, bitch, I know I'm all that
Walkin' with a broke nigga in a ball cap
Walkin' with a lean to the right from this bag
He's walkin' with a dream, but he's goin' outside

I'm trappin' in the bay, I'm hoppin' out, I gotta lock doors
Talk about bread, I break crumbs, I got a lot more
Slide into the fiends with stickers on they skateboards
I just stole, I gotta take more

I just smoked, but I gotta face more
Smoke out the bong, lookin' like I shot a RPG
Told the bitch to go and grab a napkin and pretend like she sneezed
My bank's statements show that I don't care about wants and needs
Stay hating

While I spill lean on my purple jeans
F*ck, that's the third time this week
What, why the f*ck you lookin' like that at me
Mowing' through the grass, I see the snakes, why they rattlin' me

F*ck ayy, I'm stealin' the mic
Ayy, we the talk of the town, yeah, we all the hype
I just booked a first class, now we takin' flight
Mexican bitch with big titties, tryna stay the night

Is it me or Jayy f*ckin' first, who's playin' some bets
I know I whip a boat, but why this bitch in a fishin' net
Bitch is really actor in these streets, she's staging a set
I don't need a lot, baby, I just need cake and net

Ayy, yeah, and maybe some bands too
The way I nut up in her hair, she thought it was cake too
Ayy, I want a cuff, but all of them ran through
All I had to show was bands, they lettin' them too

Talk about cake, I need that shit not on the birthday
Cashin' out, bape, just to turn around a bad day
F*ck her from the front, cause she said she had a backache
Why the f*ck I catch your bitty on a back page

I ain't never finna pay a hoe, cause that shit's strange
Can you turn the bass up, I want the roof to shake
Shades off, had to turn around to make the bitch fake
It's a party, I'm tryna grab some cake

Yeah, it's a party everywhere I go
Summer in LA, at the club, somehow it still snows
Ayy, when I ain't even post, somehow she still knows
Sun went away, the moon's out, my shit still glow

365 days went by and you still broke
Heavy step in these boots, hear me comin' and in this steel toes
(Rick owens)
I make bread and you don't, yo, ass is toast
If you wanna see some bands, grab my pole

I'm talkin' bout the barrel, dumbass hoe
Already grabbin' dick, I know she want it, it's just how it goes
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