Bmw

Okay, uh
Got a BMW, I- (uh)

Yeah, got a BMW, I drive it like a Hellcat
Hey, I'mma tap that
Whacked through a Snapchat
Problems on problems, my guala, I stack that
I ain't Akon, but a brother gon' smack that
Bet if I blast, ain't nobody gon' blast back
Since second grade, people treat me like an outcast
Leave me alone, I'm just listening to OutKast
I won't call 'fore I come, I

Come through the door, I'm kicking that thing
I'm smacking these rappers, they should listen to what I'm saying
I can rock her world, I destroy it like Kang
Not *, but I wanna go out with a bang
My eyes getting red, I been working for days
No breaks getting taken, you rappers should be ashamed
I came to kill, I aim at your brain
Take your chain cause I wanna have a name in the game (oh yeah)

Yeah, got a BMW, I drive it like a Hellcat
Hey, I'mma tap that
Whacked through a Snapchat
Problems on problems, my guala, I stack that
I ain't Akon, but a brother gon' smack that
Bet if I blast, ain't nobody gon' blast back
Since second grade, people treat me like an outcast
Leave me alone, I'm just listening to OutKast
I won't call 'fore I come, I—

Old whip, you can keep that one
New girl, you can't meet that one
It get tight, don't call me when you drunk
Talk 'bout her, I done hit that one
Caught me slipping, not again, now what?
Why you acting like you found us?
Chain fake, gotta ask how much
Turn it up, I'mma make it louder
I cannot trip 'bout no woman, I'm playing
Shaking some, tryna give me a hand
Bought your block and it came with some land
You not gang but it's not what you're saying
Do you know about Ben? He the man
They try copy my language, my slang
He never gon' switch up on his mans
Got a ten and a shank in my hand
Yeah, ain't no way that you shaking my hand
He a snake, I ain't trusting a man
Rappers talk 'bout their sales and they lying
And I know my future looking bright
And I know that we all see the signs
Stop denying that it is my time
Took your beat and I done made it mine

Yeah, got a BMW, I drive it like a Hellcat
Hey, I'mma tap that
Whacked through a Snapchat
Problems on problems, my guala, I stack that
I ain't Akon, but a brother gon' smack that
Bet if I blast, ain't nobody gon' blast back
Since second grade, people treat me like an outcast
Leave me alone, I'm just listening to OutKast
I won't call 'fore I come, I—



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Writer(s): Rhonda Central
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