B$F (feat. Sule & Fuego Base)

Ah

We live right now, yeah

I've been seen fetty, ****

But **** know about fresh off parole

Plugging with 20,000 dirty money, ****

Balenciaga shopping frequently

Benny, Sule and Fuego, ****, BSF

These are the real survivors

900 grams in my kitchen sink

Fuck you **** think?

No license, cops pull us then we switchin' seats

Beef is when they missing limbs

Fuck missing teeth

You know to stick with me, taller than the Christmas tree

God of this shit, I must be

Smuggled blow in a country

Plus, did shows out the country

Then bought a home in the country

And I don't do artist deals, it gotta be a split

Turn down apologies from pricks who took shots at me and miss

Woke up, thinking money

I pulled up in the bucket when my licks hit me

Now, it's bucket seats in that big Benzy, Louis bucket hat

Buckets under my chains, you know this shit drippy

They say the Butch constipated 'cause this shit in me

Real BSF ****, go tell him that, tell him scrap

Don't say shit when they see me, just tell him rap

**** never sold shit to nobody, let's bet a stack

The last rap beef I had, I got a watch and then sell it back

Set foot in the industry with a vengeance and a robbery plan

Got your favorite rapper duct-taped inside of a van

Y'all **** is pussy, be throwing rocks and hidin' your hand

Let me show you the technique that gets supply and demand

Man, that **** died because his beliefs, he the best martyr

S 550 in black but the Lex Guava

I take the blicky off of your waist 'cause I flex harder

I'll raise it and it's not even mine, like a stepfather

I had to steal spots that I'm not placed in regardless

And now I'm waking up to new Roc Nation deposits, ****

I don't squash beef, that's with any rules

Wet him even if it's not deep like a kiddie pool, ****

I just like to sell work 'cause this shit that the fans missing

Jersey boy, hood got me covered like transmissions

I might do real estate after rap, that's a plan vision

Buy up the city and sell blocks like San Quentin's

I used to starve and now I'm sumo rich

We're selling pinks up out the bottle like it's NUVO sips

This for the hustlers selling dog, that's on that Kujo shit

Who take their soul about they sneaker 'cause they shoes don't fit

I got mine off of grass and butter

Served it out her door when I couldn't leave the side of my passing mother

I fucked on buddy broad half the summer

She posted me and he blacked the bitch out

He ain't Travis Hunter

I promise Phyllis that I'm not gonna fail

So far from the dude that the task force boxed in at the Taco Bell

Rap dangerous, so I tuck lead

Shit, I could have been a dust head but got a penthouse in Buckhead

Send a ninja to put two in ya, my ops disappeared

No explanation, like Jamaicans saying "Booyaka"

Cooler than them other dudes, I stand out different

I last seen them sniffing tusi with a ran down vixen

I came home on four occasions with my hands out bitching

Now I stack it 'cause this crack shit don't hand out pensions, ****