Curren$y & The Alchemist - BBS lyrics

This that gold bbs flow Plastic nike air tags on your original 4's n***as done z'd on ya mans And im rollin a O Leave em sleep, I don't need them s**as Listening to me Pack the bong full wit everything except the kitchen sink Underneath which I keep a set of andis clippers I can fix my lining up Before we go over by them b**hes A quick little something Can't get the back I don't know where I left my hand mirror Type of dilemma's i'll never hinder my jet living We just chillin So don't come around here, fake-toughing Running off the women Bossed up, all us Outside the club waiting to tip drivers who pull our cars up The f** you thought this was, dawg I'm a trill muthaf**a after all Haters is dressed as safety nets encouraging my fall Won't catch me there But you can catch me on air, when my new sh** premier At whatever media outlet decides to play it fair f** playing dead, pimpin, I'mma play the bear Grizzly, seriously, fishborne turned flipstyles Furiously This that 70's soul Green, Al chemistry Ay mane, been a G since Buddy Lees Lames be cuffin they jeans, and they b**hes I be cooking these bird a** hoes Running circles round em They rotisserie chickens Love gotta shovel in her hand I see you diggin Strike gold, build yo own coffin with it Dead a** Flick ashes on the girls in my past tense The telly's for the ones I was just f**ing The crib's for the one I was gon' get right back with Its easy to get tangled in the stars Spangled Mangled in the night life, living out my bars Dangerous, yeah