B.I.M.B.

Back in my bag
Back in my zone
So leave me alone

I'm different from you
Magnificent moves
Ya bitch I showed em

He envy skee
He mini me
Jus like a clone

The molly for speed
Of course I got weed
The lean make me slo mo

I'm not the type
That I think you should try
I am the type that you see
And he's high
Yeezy on feet
They keepin me fly
Bitch on my d
I be deep in her thighs
She wanna roll so I'm keepin her fried
I am ahead
We are not tied
I gotta map
You needa guide
Better den skee
Why did he lie

Check my watch
Check my wrist
It's legit

Why he tweakin
Bouta broad
He never hit

Every beat
Give em
Never quit

He needa feat
Spend a check
Let's make a hit

Ima show em why really need the money
Gimme straigh jack
Hangover from the honey
Tell her hmj
But I ain't givin her no money
Throw mad shots
But his numbers lookin funny

Step back
You dummy
For we
Get straps
And you runnin
You might get a laugh
Til we comin
And you gift wrapped
Wit no tummy

Who this
On sum new shit
She poppin pussy like a tulip
The molly fueled it
Right after 2 sips

Report this crime
I lost my mind
Kilt one beat
Engineer start crying
Kilt 2 beats
Niggas think I'm jus lyin
Red Bull
Wit da molly
In the car I'm flying

Tippy
Tippy
Top
Top
Lick me
Gimme
Bop bop
Break it down
Like chop shops
Haters tryna chop block

Cuz my creepy flow
Ain't seen before
He a fake nigga like cb4
He fake rapper like cb4
Ima boss nigga I'm ceo

Told you I shine
You seen me glow
She jus wanna wanna be on my team
We know
Floss on a nigga
My teeth be showin
Dropping off dick when my
Wee wee grow

You are not a factor
You actor
We'll leave you plastered
Like a song I am your master
For lyrics I'll do it faster

Check it
Wreck it
Hopefully
You get it
Gas in my bag
We don't smoke no unleaded
Bitch gotta box frame
So she unbedded
Don't get it
And the pussy wack
So I won't hit it

Pressure
Pressure
She want d
I
Stretch her
Stretch her
Stretch her
Leaver on
Stretchers
Stretchers
Stretchers
Need S like
Sketchers
Sketchers
Sketchers

Summers comin
My team up next
Told him pull up then
I don't need no threats
Smoke and do drugs
I don't need no stress
If you rappin at me
It better be yo best



Credits
Writer(s): Pat Turner
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