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Yeah, B-B-G, niggaThis ain't no muthafuckin' Chiraq, niggaWe got a lot of straps, we got a lot of Gats, niggaAnd we catch a lot of rack, niggaB-B-GB-B-G the teamOf course I'm the fucking captainEvery time I turn around I'm hearing shit about niggas chappin'Everybody know damn wellYou a fucking fraud, that nigga actingEverybody know damn wellMy brother shoots, we do the clappin'A couple months ago (damn)Everything was fucking coolNow you see us, in the mixWe killing shit, making movesGetting money, busting GlocksNothing you can fucking tell usHating all on InstagramMy bitch is like, “He fucking jealous!”How the fuck you hate on thatAnd you was tryin' to get a song with 'emNow your friend, acting likeLike like you don't even get along with 'emYou seen us in the booth with 'emYou mad just cause we cool with 'em?Hating ass, bitter niggasFuck is we gon' do with 'emYou mad cause we just cool with niggas?Dawg, that's just ho shitNiggas watchin, niggas lookin'Like like, like oh shitThat boy Spook, he fucking wildDawg, he don't never chillI never been that type to biteMy fucking tongue, and I never willNiggas got a lot of beefThat they ain't never fucking handleBut they throwin' shade on usLike god damn, it's a fucking scandalEvery beef I ever hadJust know that shit got fucking handledSay my name in your fucking rapSo you know that that's a fucking gambleNiggas know that Spook dealNiggas know I keep it realYou throw shots, I throw 'em backAnd I don't give a fuck if you with your girlThat's what it, comes downThat's just what it boils toWe young niggas, we shinin' hardAnd I know that shit just boils youBe sick when I come homeI need a Glock with a fuckin' ladI got thirty shots in my fucking GlockAnd right now, dawgs, it don't even matterI'm getting moneyFucking bitchesTell them haters leave me beI'm throwing hoops, I'm dishing rockMy niggas call me CP3I only rock one settingOne hood, one streetThat's one hood, that's one blockThat's one set, no not threeThat one block that I fucking rockThat's just where my niggas beThat's one set, that's one blockThat's one street, and that's BBG
Everybody who I'm withStrapped down with AR's and macsFirst nigga get outta lineGet mopped up with this thirty clipNiggas talkin' this bullshitWhen I see niggas we sayin' shitWe the same niggas, no fuck boysSmoke a lotta good, we makin' noiseBBG nigga, we the winning teamNigga and I touched a lotta greenAnd I fucked a lotta hoesYou niggas don't do it how we do it36 oh, that's a brick niggaAnd the claims are coming like Wal-MartYo, Spook and me writing from the startWe don't care what's happnin' just know we clappinWhen the tappin' is with the actionAll my niggas they shoot us, niggaAll my niggas we move, niggaFuck around with y'all ho niggas in your trees, niggaSurfed up, we ain't donePerked up and I'm racked upSummertime, we gon' strap up
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Back block, we don't fuck around (we don't)Free baby 'fore the touch downBacked in, bitch would let me fuckGot me all up in them guts nowImma fuck a bitch, where them licks atDawg gotta stick, we gon' hit thatAnd we bringin' around pounds like a Kit-KatProbably be there 'fore we get backI bomb shit, no TNTWe checking shit, say CNPWhat's on my grind, that's all the timeGot a Meech on the sides that's satisfiedBitch all you got was Dennis RodThem days in the All them shootoffs we done surviveFlow Damn my niggas, they down to rideCome at me, that's a homicideCome a nigga bullet he fishin' for the rideGot money, power, enemy 'spect, when I roll the diceMe and Quaddy Goon tryna talk about lifeWhen I be on the lean, he checks with a Sprite
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Man, y'all never get me on shit like I can't rapHey, yo, > cut the fucking beat back on before Spook get backQu-Qu-Quaddy Goon's up in the mixI'm bustin tracks, I'm hitting licksAny problem I'm coming overThey coming through, they drillin shitText your bitch, she coming throughShe coming through, she sucking dickSuck my dick so good, I'm like “God damn, you dirty bitch”You dirty bitch, you dirty bitch, Ho, you never even heard of thisYoung nigga, spitting bars, when I hop on tracks I be hurtin' shitHo you don't even know me, ho, you don't even know SpookRidin' 'round in that Challenger, turnin' up in that coupeGetting money, fucking bitches, that's just what we doYou already know the team, B.B.G. my crew