BCFBG

(álbum: Paranoia - 2019)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Yeah, they sleeping on the kid but I'm unbothered (Trauma Tone)
Last month I turned down five label offers
Then lil' mama hit my blunt and she got nauseous
I'm a business man, step into my office
He tired of his girlfriend speaking 'bout me, he switched the topic
They feeling my snippets on IG
Big yellow gold AP look like pee
My bitch from India, no Arie
I'm dropping quality music like Pee
We fucking all inside my car now she done came all on my seat
These funny looking Margielas feeling comfortable on my feet
All the blogs say your shit ride but in the street we know it's weak
I like my bitch pussy sloppy wet but I like my hundreds all neat
I'm kinda drained 'cause a nigga been looking at these pounds and weighing up all week
Ain't on no court but you know I'ma hit the mall and ball like Joel Embiid
All these chains around my neck just like a slave except I'm free
Heard she charge you for the pussy, damn, she let me hit it free
You think that being a slimeball cool, I don't, I guess we don't agree
You niggas already lost, you niggas might as well take a knee
I keep them shooters with me and you know they aim shit
Lil' mama seen a nigga in person and almost fainted
My Air Forces clean, you know they custom painted
I swear these broke niggas be speaking another language
I trap so hard just like I'm Drink God, all these bottles of sour and paint
Avoiding these cars, I ain't using my Wayz app
Nigga better bring my money like ASAP
Nigga, my wrist be rocky like A$AP
I was on the block every night like Suge
Bass guitar like I knew I could
Now I got bad bitches treating me good
Gotta make sure I'm going hard on all these verses
Gotta upgrade all my straps 'cause niggas lurking
I can't leave it in the car, I got it on person
Got your bitch shotgun in the foreign and we swerving

I hit that bitch one time, you know she ain't a virgin
I hit the club, yeah, you know they let them birds in (Let's go)
Niggas tryna ride the wave but bitch, we surfing
And niggas talking on the 'Gram gon' get 'em in person
I pop them Percs, yeah, that's my meds, it got me nauseous
I keep the stick, I got that tint, you better keep cautious
If you not talking 'bout no check, I'm tired of talking
I got this water 'round my neck but not a dolphin
These niggas so shady, boy, you gotta pay me or we gonna give you heat
You going so crazy on the daily, I made sixty in a week
Oh, that's your baby? She a nympho, she be fucking up my sheets
I passed that thot ho to my kinfolk, yeah, these bitches is some freaks
Making that wrist skrrt 'til your wrist hurt, you gon' remix up a key
You going berserk in that new vert, doing a hundred down the street
Put you on a t-shirt, hell, you can get hurt if you play with FBG
Nigga put in work, rich, came from the dirt, we was serving A to Z
It's lot of money on the East Side, yeah, they know who run the city
Every state, I get a new vibe, fuck a bitch because she pretty
And in the streets better keep your shoes tied 'cause these niggas really gritty
Feel like every week we be like, "Who that man was having to the city?"

Trauma Tone