B'CUZ (feat. G Herbo)

Aye

Nah, for real

Where the fuck swervo at?

Huh

Huh

Tryna catch him in the street and put his brains right on the curb

I'm with 150 steppers, I'm with swerve

I know felons, I know **** tellin', I don't say a word

Man, you gangster killer snitchin' ass **** got your nerve

It be the softest **** talkin' crazy, blame it on drugs

I don't go no where without my guns, I got 'em' in the club

Let me fuck you with my chain on, baby, I'm a thug

Catch a opp on his bday, throw him a party, Mr. Rugs

Cooling with some bad shit lil Spanish bitch getting out the tub

Trying to see if she can help me get ''em cheaper than the plug

If I let you run up sack with me, I did that off the love

If I trust you walkin' in back of me, most likely mean you blood

And if we catch them he a casualty, we washing shit like dove

I ask lil bro how many hats he got, lil ass threw up a glove

I'm that ****, I feel like the one, labels tryna send me a dub

Tryna buy a young **** pub, from concrete to Persian rugs

Tweakin' with my ****, we be spending just because

God please forgive us we been sinnin' just because

We don't need no reason, we goin' kill 'em just because

They mad 'cause we still winning and we still givin' **** the flux

I fell out with my cousin, I ain't kill him 'cause he blood

Don't mean I ain't paranoid just 'cause I'm not in the hood

Walking down you leathers, bought chinchillas just because

Don't think because I'm richer I ain't goin' blick you if you budge, bitch

I'm still out here spending shit and I'm way more than hood rich

I dare one of my **** leave a mission with a full clip

I been tryna chill but I'll still will get on some bullshit

I'm lethal with my blick

That's my switch

Pull up on the side my opps whip, do 'em like John Wick

You can't be around gang if you ain't never shot shit

My hustle all muscle so I double the shit like a lick

Lets turn one blick to two blicks, we drop three then go up six

I'm out of town tweakin' with my **** 'cause I remember when we wasn't shit

I was a wild card, used to go on hits, then post back up in the bricks

Like a lumber jack, got shit wit wood and gribs and a couple sticks

And don't question me about nobody who ain't with me, that **** a bitch

On fo nem

Tweakin' wit my ****, we be spending just because

God please forgive us we been sinnin' just because

We don't need no reason, we goin' kill 'em just because

They mad 'cause we still winning and we still givin' **** the flux

I fell out with my cousin, I ain't kill him 'cause he blood

Don't mean I ain't paranoid just 'cause I'm not in the hood

Walking down you leathers, bought chinchillas just because

Don't think because I'm richer I ain't goin' blick you if you budge, bitch