BMF lyrics

[Intro: Rob49]
Yeah
Yeah

[Chorus: Rob49]
If you trappin' like you say you is, throw up your scale
I've been out here blowin' money fast, n*gga, BMF (Yeah, yeah)
This ain't no Scat Pack, this a Hellcat with your crazy self
I’ma fly my bro back to Cali', get that package mailed
I just stuffed like two hunnid Ps inside a vacuum seal (Yeah)
My ho just won't go to Miami, get her titties did (Yeah)
You ain't ever sell a hunnid pack, n*gga, how the f*ck you young and lit? (How the f*ck you young and lit?)
You ain't never go buy a b*tch nothin', how the f*ck you claimin' pimp? (f*ck you claimin', pimp?)

[Verse 1: Rob49]
How you say it's good? Behind closed doors, you actually claimin' smoke
Callin' it alone, my ho bald head, she look like Doodie Lo
Call a n*gga bluff, got killers with me, I don't need no bodyguard
Call it what you want, lil' n*gga play, I'ma put them n*ggas on ya
And I like goin' illegal, n*gga, and I like f*ckin' beaucoup b*tches
Look light, but I keep my pistol, I'ma make 'em come creep up on you
Bruce Lee how I kick sh*t, I'm a real bag getter, alright
She be tryna play hard to get, but I know bro hit it
Told me believe it, but I can't
Don't touch 4, I got some rank
All this money give me power, whip the Trackhawk like a slave, n*gga
[Chorus: Rob49]
If you trappin' like you say you is, throw up your scale
I've been out here blowin' money fast, n*gga, BMF (Yeah, yeah)
This ain't no Scat Pack, this a Hellcat with your crazy self
I’ma fly my bro back to Cali', get that package mailed
I just stuffed like two hunnid Ps inside a vacuum seal (Yeah)
My ho just won't go to Miami, get her titties did (Yeah)
You ain't ever sell a hunnid pack, n*gga, how the f*ck you young and lit? (How the f*ck you young and lit?)
You ain't never go buy a b*tch nothin', how the f*ck you claimin' pimp? (f*ck you claimin', pimp?)

[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
Pints of lean, that's three hundred Gs, it come off ice and east
Got a extra hunnid in that cutter, that b*tch lights the trees
Pop two sixes, rollin' off them beans, it's where I bite my teeth
Throw that dog sh*t up, we ran all week until it's time to leave
Got a extra brick right by the store that came from cookin' loaves
Pull it out her mouth and bust a nut on top her pus*y, ho
Fetty way too strong, an overdose, and we got off the road
Switchy on this b*tch, it shoot so fast, I damn near lost control
He almost home, that mean that he gone, we gotta talk in codes
Bro gon' spin around, flip that old b*tch just like he lost his phone
My lil' jit'd rather take a hit before he drank some Tris
Busted out the wrapper in all zips, look like a plate of grits

[Chorus: Rob49]
If you trappin' like you say you is, throw up your scale
I've been out here blowin' money fast, n*gga, BMF (Yeah, yeah)
This ain't no Scat Pack, this a Hellcat with your crazy self
I’ma fly my bro back to Cali', get that package mailed
I just stuffed like two hunnid Ps inside a vacuum seal (Yeah)
My ho just won't go to Miami, get her titties did (Yeah)
You ain't ever sell a hunnid pack, n*gga, how the f*ck you young and lit? (How the f*ck you young and lit?)
You ain't never go buy a b*tch nothin', how the f*ck you claimin' pimp? (f*ck you claimin', pimp?)