BBB lyrics
by Domo Genesis
[Intro]
Holla at ya boy
[Verse 1]
My swag ugly like Lonzo Ball's shoe
But it's all looks and n*ggas alls up[?] when I fall through
I'm a dog like Charlie Zelenoff
I'm looking for a spar, unite it all
Watch me stuff your memoirs inside a cigar
I'm getting blazed in your memory
Crush these weak n*ggas like: ha, sheesh, give me energy
My whole fleet moving with mystique, that's that synergy
Lame n*ggas talking like they made in the spot light looking finicky
Y'all bore, I'm more American Horror Story
You bore my words like paranoia to a porch warrior boy
Not in my category
Running that weak fade like Joe Torre
I'm in the clutch where n*ggas worry, sh*t I'm Robert Horry
And this some weather vet sh*t
Protect your neck and get your chest split for your necklace, young and reckless
[Interlude]
Ayy, ayy
Get that chest split for that necklace, young and reckless
[Verse 2]
I don't know where I come from with all this sh*t I be thinking
But you not seeing me, you motherf*ckers keep dreaming
My heart froze solid like I'm some kind of anemic
Stick my fingers down a trap like I'm some kind of bulimic
Swear my fingers stay itchy, I don't need no glove
And if ain't about the money n*gga we won't budge
Still from the mud, I'm from the sc*mmy, I don't need no love
All my family can't stand if you don't bleed no blood
[Interlude 2]
I was hitting it like huh...