B.F.F. Video (MV)

Intro)
Ay....Ay...It's Murph...Gelato...Blue Dream..uhh..uhh

(Verse 1)
They say they don't like me cause i'm way too trap
Big Murph Can't be country if he dress like that
First off when ya heard me probably thought I's black
But one thing that they'll never say is I can't rap
And that's a fact, front to back
Side to side, All across the map
Rappers acting like some bitches man who taught you that?
Fake flexing on the Instagram who bought you that?
I say f*ck it get that money ain't nothing wrong with that
I'm chasing cash I hit the gas and then I lost yo ass
All that jewelry round yo neck, what'd that cost yo ass?
I'd rather invest in my business, where them bosses at?
Brown liquor in my cup I mix my dreams with that
Put wax off in my blunt then mix some green with that
Y'all some puppets like the Muppet's see the strings attached
And i just cut you out my life I can't be seen with that
I ain't f*cking with nobody, What you mean by that?
If you don't bring a bag, then you can kiss my ass
Some will say I'm selfish some will say I'm mad
But my kids are eating good feel like the perfect Dad (ay)

(Chorus)
Some will say this yeah some will say that yeah
Some will say hits yeah some will say wack yeah
Some will say this yeah some will say that yeah
Some will say fibs yeah I'm a state facts yeah
Facts yeah
Got them big f*cking facts yeah, fact facts yeah
Big Big f*cking facts yeah, Facts yeah
Big big big f*cking facts yeah, Fact facts yeah Facts yeah

(Verse 2)
B.F.F that's a big f*cking fact, talking smack we can scrap, all my homies got my back (ay)
I.R.S. I'm gon tax on a pack, make a profit that's a rack, leave that bullshit in the past
Make me bring it to ya door like a f*cking welcome mat
Just tell me that my damn flow so on fire make Hell come back
Bring Elvis back and that's a fact how could a rapper look this dapper?
Just a country boy that hops up out the truck with lots of swagger
Four Five on my right hip, left hip got a dagger
Right pocket got Blue Dream, Left pocket got shatter
My bitch she got that dumb head, leave me full of laughter
She's country thick like cornbread, biscuits grits and batter(ay)

(Chorus)
Some will say this yeah some will say that yeah
Some will say hits yeah some will say wack yeah
Some will say this yeah some will say that yeah
Some will say fibs yeah I'm a state facts yeah
Facts yeah
Got them big f*cking facts yeah, fact facts yeah
Big Big f*cking facts yeah, Facts yeah
Big big big f*cking facts yeah, Fact facts yeah Facts yeah

(Verse 3)
They say they don't like me cause i'm way too trap
Big Murph Can't be country if he dress like that
First off when ya heard me probably thought I's black
But one thing that they'll never say is I can't rap
I ain't f*cking with nobody, What you mean by that?
If you don't bring a bag, then you can kiss my ass
Some will say I'm selfish some will say I'm mad
But my kids are eating good feel like the perfect Dad (ay)

(Chorus)
Some will say this yeah some will say that yeah
Some will say hits yeah some will say wack yeah
Some will say this yeah some will say that yeah
Some will say fibs yeah I'm a state facts yeah
Facts yeah
Got them big f*cking facts yeah, fact facts yeah
Big Big f*cking facts yeah, Facts yeah
Big big big f*cking facts yeah, Fact facts yeah Facts yeah