Damn
Put my brothers on that BCM shit
Killin' niggas quick, feel like John Wick
One hit, no miss, closed case
Them niggas in the field like OJ
Last bitch, big salt she Old-Bay
New bitch, I'm on her face like Olay
Old plays cause y'all hit em yesterday
But what plays did y'all hit today
We ain't seen that shit yet
Me and A.D. we at Lounges and shit
Bendin' hoes over
We smoke and do yoga
Jump in the Tesla, it drive by itself
Feet off the pedal
This lit, no brake light
E tote the 30, but he 32
Ref throw the Brodie, I gotta go too
Feel like the GOAT
Van Gogh issa MET ting
Hangin' in the hallway, Issa CAPO
My art tally up, long live Lacy
How you say you in the trap, but you lazy
Rappin' Illmatic shit like I'm AZ
No, I'm Nas in this bitch
Go first thought,
Second thought have you down bad, worst place
Niggas runnin' with the flow, give me first place
And I'm beatin' on my chest like Harambe
Goddamn
She came Fashion Nova
I told her come colder
And threw her designer
We left in a Rover
We push through the city
Detail right behind us
Drip check, nigga, Issa fit check
BCM Crop, Issa white tee
BCM Crop, can't crop me
They only made 50
Can't cop these
Yeah
BCM Crop can't crop me
Damn, they only made 50, can't cop these
BCM Crop can't crop me
They only made 50, can't cop these
New goals, new flows, new hoes
God blessin' me in threes
Livin' out a f*ckin' magazine
My next album, niggas comin' MEZZANINE
She naked, singin' like she Ella Mai
And she booed up, threw Azul up
Kicked her out the Benz, call yo' dude up
Ayy
All my niggas drip Black Coin Market with Black Air Forces
Ayy,
All my niggas drive Sport Mode Benz' and cars with horses
No cap
All my niggas do six-figga business
No cap
No cap
She came Fashion Nova
I told her come colder
And threw her designer
We left in a Rover
We push through the city
Detail right behind us
Drip check, nigga, Issa fit check
BCM Crop, Issa white tee
BCM Crop, can't crop me
They only made 50
Can't cop these
Yeah
BCM Crop can't crop me
Damn, they only made 50, can't cop these
BCM Crop can't crop me
They only made 50, can't cop these
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Damn
Put my brothers on that BCM shit
Killin' niggas quick, feel like John Wick
One hit, no miss, closed case
Them niggas in the field like OJ
Last bitch, big salt she Old-Bay
New bitch, I'm on her face like Olay
Old plays cause y'all hit em yesterday
But what plays did y'all hit today
We ain't seen that shit yet
Me and A.D. we at Lounges and shit
Bendin' hoes over
We smoke and do yoga
Jump in the Tesla, it drive by itself
Feet off the pedal
This lit, no brake light
E tote the 30, but he 32
Ref throw the Brodie, I gotta go too
Feel like the GOAT
Van Gogh issa MET ting
Hangin' in the hallway, Issa CAPO
My art tally up, long live Lacy
How you say you in the trap, but you lazy
Rappin' Illmatic shit like I'm AZ
No, I'm Nas in this bitch
Go first thought,
Second thought have you down bad, worst place
Niggas runnin' with the flow, give me first place
And I'm beatin' on my chest like Harambe
Goddamn
She came Fashion Nova
I told her come colder
And threw her designer
We left in a Rover
We push through the city
Detail right behind us
Drip check, nigga, Issa fit check
BCM Crop, Issa white tee
BCM Crop, can't crop me
They only made 50
Can't cop these
Yeah
BCM Crop can't crop me
Damn, they only made 50, can't cop these
BCM Crop can't crop me
They only made 50, can't cop these
New goals, new flows, new hoes
God blessin' me in threes
Livin' out a f*ckin' magazine
My next album, niggas comin' MEZZANINE
She naked, singin' like she Ella Mai
And she booed up, threw Azul up
Kicked her out the Benz, call yo' dude up
Ayy
All my niggas drip Black Coin Market with Black Air Forces
Ayy,
All my niggas drive Sport Mode Benz' and cars with horses
No cap
All my niggas do six-figga business
No cap
No cap
She came Fashion Nova
I told her come colder
And threw her designer
We left in a Rover
We push through the city
Detail right behind us
Drip check, nigga, Issa fit check
BCM Crop, Issa white tee
BCM Crop, can't crop me
They only made 50
Can't cop these
Yeah
BCM Crop can't crop me
Damn, they only made 50, can't cop these
BCM Crop can't crop me
They only made 50, can't cop these
Put my brothers on that BCM shit
Killin' niggas quick, feel like John Wick
One hit, no miss, closed case
Them niggas in the field like OJ
Last bitch, big salt she Old-Bay
New bitch, I'm on her face like Olay
Old plays cause y'all hit em yesterday
But what plays did y'all hit today
We ain't seen that shit yet
Me and A.D. we at Lounges and shit
Bendin' hoes over
We smoke and do yoga
Jump in the Tesla, it drive by itself
Feet off the pedal
This lit, no brake light
E tote the 30, but he 32
Ref throw the Brodie, I gotta go too
Feel like the GOAT
Van Gogh issa MET ting
Hangin' in the hallway, Issa CAPO
My art tally up, long live Lacy
How you say you in the trap, but you lazy
Rappin' Illmatic shit like I'm AZ
No, I'm Nas in this bitch
Go first thought,
Second thought have you down bad, worst place
Niggas runnin' with the flow, give me first place
And I'm beatin' on my chest like Harambe
Goddamn
She came Fashion Nova
I told her come colder
And threw her designer
We left in a Rover
We push through the city
Detail right behind us
Drip check, nigga, Issa fit check
BCM Crop, Issa white tee
BCM Crop, can't crop me
They only made 50
Can't cop these
Yeah
BCM Crop can't crop me
Damn, they only made 50, can't cop these
BCM Crop can't crop me
They only made 50, can't cop these
New goals, new flows, new hoes
God blessin' me in threes
Livin' out a f*ckin' magazine
My next album, niggas comin' MEZZANINE
She naked, singin' like she Ella Mai
And she booed up, threw Azul up
Kicked her out the Benz, call yo' dude up
Ayy
All my niggas drip Black Coin Market with Black Air Forces
Ayy,
All my niggas drive Sport Mode Benz' and cars with horses
No cap
All my niggas do six-figga business
No cap
No cap
She came Fashion Nova
I told her come colder
And threw her designer
We left in a Rover
We push through the city
Detail right behind us
Drip check, nigga, Issa fit check
BCM Crop, Issa white tee
BCM Crop, can't crop me
They only made 50
Can't cop these
Yeah
BCM Crop can't crop me
Damn, they only made 50, can't cop these
BCM Crop can't crop me
They only made 50, can't cop these
Writer: Benjamin Hemingway Hemingway
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