B.F.O.D

Blondes are more funner with Bieber
She sucking dick it's a teaser
I might paint on her face monalisa

Then
We gonna roll up sativa

I don't bag on a ex if I leave her
Please
Don't lie to the camera like Keaton

As a matter of fact she a eater
But she sloppy as hell gotta Seizure

See Deep in her water like I'm lockness
She got take all my kids like adoption

She wanna come thru it's my option
But If she pressin my buttons I bop it

If she grabbin my nuts I'm not Coughing
Cus the feds on my back like a target

I Can't even walk thru the market
Bitch Got the police tryna catch me shoppin
See
This is the way that you tryna be

You can't take a walk in my shoes undoubtedly
If I were say come follow me that ain't no mystery
Prolly gon bag up the money just look at my history
That shit repeating itself
I put the L under belt but it so many wins like I'm handin em out
I'm talkin shit like it's ass to my mouth
They wanna bout but they couldn't go rounds
I stuff the bands in the couch

I had to go knock em off
They wanna flex with the clout

They in the feild and it's soft
So I'm like how the hell you droppin the rock

How the hell we makin bops in the mall
I could never tell the cops what I saw

Don't pick the kittys not over the dogs
Man
Who gonna ride when they trippin you off

They wanna pull up and ride
Bitch You can't be 99

I took a plate from the side but ima still go an get mine

Don't got a watch for the time
I never watch it go by

I make a play on the fly, benjiman franklin or die

Benjiman Franklin or die
Bitch you can't be 99

Go to the grave for my guys, I can only name like Five
If they really can't decide I tell em don't pick my side

You either fall or you climb
Keep it 100 or die



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Writer(s): Jarrod Figley
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