Currensy Bbs lyrics

Bbs by Currensy

Bbs lyrics
Featuring: Curren$y

This that go BBS flow 
plastic nike air tags on your original 4's 
niggas is z'ed on your mans and im rollin a O 
leave em sleep i dont need them suckers listenin to me pack a bone for everthing except the kitchen sink underneath wich I keep a set of Andy slippers 
i could fix my nine in a four we go over by them bitches 
a quick lil something cant get the back 
i dont know where i left my hand mirror type of dillemas will never hinder my jet living 
we juss chillin so dont come round here fake toughin 
runnin off the wemon 
bossed up all us southside the club waintin to tip them drivers who pull our cars up the fuck yu though this was dawg imma trill muffucker after all 
haters is dressed in safeteyness encouraging my fall wont catch me there 
but yu can catch me on air when my new shit premier 
at watever media outlet decide to play it fair 
fuck playin there pimin imma play the bear grizzle seriously fish burn trun flip styles furiously this that 70 soul green alchemestry amen been a g since buddy lee's lames be cuffin they jeans amd their bitches i be cookin these bird ass hoes running circles round 
they rotissery chickens love got a shovel in her hand i see yu diggin strike gold build your own coffin wit it deadass flick ashes on the girls in my pastence they tell us for the ones i was juss fuckin 
the crib for the i was gonna get right back wit its easy to get tangled in the stars spangled mangeled in the night life livin out my bars... dangerous