B204

(BC Gru)
Uh, my diamonds drip when I walk (Yuh)
My diamonds drip when I talk (Bling)
So fresh that I'm hitting Chris Rock (Keep my wife's name out your fking mouth)
Run up on me you get dropped (Dropped)
You got no drip you wear crocs (Nah)
I just pull up in a yacht
If you wanna stay away from the cops (Yuh)
B204 is the spot (True)

Imma shoot at the ground
Imma shoot at the ground
Imma shoot at the ground
Imma-Imma-Imma shoot at the ground

Don't pull up on me, I'm the boss (True)
Sitting crisscross applesauce (Sauce)
Listening to stank on the MegaVox (Stank)
Spitting out bars without a pause (Nope)
Chilling on the ground floor, party central at its core
Get what you came for, music's bumping at the door
Everything it's got in store, cooking up the perfect storm
You don't even know the lore, party at B204

B204 (B204), B204 (B204)
B204 (B204), B204 (B204)
B204 (B204), B204 (B204)
B204 (B204), B204 (Ant pile)

B204 got that immediate praise (Yuh)
From the first day we found it then raised (Uh)
Raising hell at stanking cane's (What)
Pushing over old people and stealing they canes (Bussin)
Saying god's name in vain, yuh
Shooting that stank straight to the veins (Uh)
Cuz you know my flow be opioidic (Uh)
Rolling blunts and double crossin (Yeah)
Getting money big time bossin
Sneezin, bless you, getting more sick (Achoo)
Wasteroom wannabes thinking we all pr*cks (Yuh)
Sad they ain't get picked, py go suck t*ts
B204 ain't need no more hs but (Uh)
If you bringing some we will most likely take those (Yuh)
Take you chain and then take your clothes
Straight off your back and then your story we'll close

B204 (B204), B204 (B204)
B204 (B204), B204 (B204)
B204 (B204), B204 (B204)
B204 (B204), B204 (Ant pile)

B20 (B20)
B20 (B20)
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B204

Imma shoot at the ground
Imma shoot at the ground
Imma shoot at the ground
Imma-Imma-Imma shoot at the ground



Credits
Writer(s): Ian Rudert
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