Worth
B LAV was trappin' shit was worth a lot
Niggas hating so you
Aye, its B LAV in it
It's B Lav in it
B LAV was trappin' shit was worth a lot
N hating so you know know they gonna plot
B LAV had to get it on his own
Clientele steady blowing up my phone
B im reckless
Get the work swipe it off the checklist
Get the cash spend it on a necklace
Relentless
45 To your FaceTime don't think my team won't end it
Made this s so you could feel offended
Im reckless
Cerebral cortex I'm in your mind
Not playing games I create a vortex with space and time
Play Houdini create an aura so I can shine
Calling AP to smoke an eighthy he pour a line
And your baby she looking crazy she sniffing lines
And it's simple that bitch a nickel she not a dime
And the pistol is popping pimples and splitting minds
In the studio I'm mister coolio I'm spitting rhymes
In the trap house I keep the good gas got nicks and dimes
Shoutout C LAV I hit up C LAV he throw the fire
Hit up bro god he keep a 45 even the Mac
F with bro god he call my phone I'm asking where he at aye
B LAV was trappin' shit was worth a lot
N hating so you know know they gonna plot
B lav had to get it on his own
Clientele steady blowing up my phone
B LAV was trappin' shit was worth a lot
Niggas hating so you know know they gonna plot
B LAV had to get it on his own
Clientele Steady blowing up my phone
Its B LAV in it
Had to to tell 'em it's B LAV b
Niggas hating so you
Aye, its B LAV in it
It's B Lav in it
B LAV was trappin' shit was worth a lot
N hating so you know know they gonna plot
B LAV had to get it on his own
Clientele steady blowing up my phone
B im reckless
Get the work swipe it off the checklist
Get the cash spend it on a necklace
Relentless
45 To your FaceTime don't think my team won't end it
Made this s so you could feel offended
Im reckless
Cerebral cortex I'm in your mind
Not playing games I create a vortex with space and time
Play Houdini create an aura so I can shine
Calling AP to smoke an eighthy he pour a line
And your baby she looking crazy she sniffing lines
And it's simple that bitch a nickel she not a dime
And the pistol is popping pimples and splitting minds
In the studio I'm mister coolio I'm spitting rhymes
In the trap house I keep the good gas got nicks and dimes
Shoutout C LAV I hit up C LAV he throw the fire
Hit up bro god he keep a 45 even the Mac
F with bro god he call my phone I'm asking where he at aye
B LAV was trappin' shit was worth a lot
N hating so you know know they gonna plot
B lav had to get it on his own
Clientele steady blowing up my phone
B LAV was trappin' shit was worth a lot
Niggas hating so you know know they gonna plot
B LAV had to get it on his own
Clientele Steady blowing up my phone
Its B LAV in it
Had to to tell 'em it's B LAV b
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Writer(s): Bryan Assie
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