BTB, Gang
Gang, get to em, get the middle part
Double B Dat, be that, believe Dat, slow feet don't eat
You gotta be a killer to compete
Slow grind 'til its yo time, and when its your time, then its showtime
BTB, that my... Gang
Hustle for bread, it cost a fee
Its enough cash, we all can eat
Time costs money, and money cost time
Not 'bout cash, don't talk to me. Damn
Talk to me
Aye, Ay, talk is cheap
Watch from the side, nigga parking seat
Speed to the bank, uh, Pardon me
Party still trap on the beeper
Shorty stay fresh like its Easter
Hot like a fever, wrist on freezer
No need to lace up the sneakers
Crazy cousin caught 2 tecks
Hating ass won't do next
Foreign whip Utep new check
Baltimore City how I two-step
I spin a 10, Hardaway
F*ck up the bank, Ima ball today
Flexin' the bread and it costs to pay
Watch her ass drop in some lingerie
Look at the sauce display
Shoot like Klay, for tre
Show me a trick,
She swallow the shit,
Bitch don't be shy
Get it off of me
Shorty look fine to me, double a five to me
Shorty a dime, Never will lie , she arching her spine for me
Yea, yea, she's a groupie, f*cking the bitch in a 2 seat
Four flat, she throw it back, Got celery, and got Bleu cheese
She feelin' my drip, please don't slip, lights the wrist and bust it down
Horseshoe shit, late night flip, stack a chip then double-down
They know we don't f*ck around
Ain't f*ckin', don't come around
Steal your bitch and bust her down 'cause we the hottest in the town
Back at it, like a crack addict, with a bad habit, I'ma cash addict
Calculated with bad tatics, pockets jammed like bad traffic
In the red, if you owe me bread, can't risk it, can't CashApp it
Youngbull, take a crack at it. Disappear like black magic
I'm in a winners circle, I ain't got time to lose
Mr. Beyond Exclusive, with the designer shoes
Ice a wrist, hand froze, damn I got time confused
Murderink, Mama prayin' I don't make the news
More money mean more problems
Ride the shit, full throttle
Hood dime, she got a whole model. Bust it open, pole problems
More money mean more problems
Ride the shit, full throttle
Hood dime, she got a whole model. Bust it open, pole problems
She feelin' my drip, please don't slip, lights the wrist and bust it down
Horseshoe shit , late night flip, stack a chip then double-down
They know we don't f*ck around
Ain't f*ckin', don't come around
Steal your bitch and bust her down 'cause we the hottest in the town
Squad Squad Squad
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BTB, Gang
Gang, get to em, get the middle part
Double B Dat, be that, believe Dat, slow feet don't eat
You gotta be a killer to compete
Slow grind 'til its yo time, and when its your time, then its showtime
BTB, that my... Gang
Hustle for bread, it cost a fee
Its enough cash, we all can eat
Time costs money, and money cost time
Not 'bout cash, don't talk to me. Damn
Talk to me
Aye, Ay, talk is cheap
Watch from the side, nigga parking seat
Speed to the bank, uh, Pardon me
Party still trap on the beeper
Shorty stay fresh like its Easter
Hot like a fever, wrist on freezer
No need to lace up the sneakers
Crazy cousin caught 2 tecks
Hating ass won't do next
Foreign whip Utep new check
Baltimore City how I two-step
I spin a 10, Hardaway
F*ck up the bank, Ima ball today
Flexin' the bread and it costs to pay
Watch her ass drop in some lingerie
Look at the sauce display
Shoot like Klay, for tre
Show me a trick,
She swallow the shit,
Bitch don't be shy
Get it off of me
Shorty look fine to me, double a five to me
Shorty a dime, Never will lie , she arching her spine for me
Yea, yea, she's a groupie, f*cking the bitch in a 2 seat
Four flat, she throw it back, Got celery, and got Bleu cheese
She feelin' my drip, please don't slip, lights the wrist and bust it down
Horseshoe shit, late night flip, stack a chip then double-down
They know we don't f*ck around
Ain't f*ckin', don't come around
Steal your bitch and bust her down 'cause we the hottest in the town
Back at it, like a crack addict, with a bad habit, I'ma cash addict
Calculated with bad tatics, pockets jammed like bad traffic
In the red, if you owe me bread, can't risk it, can't CashApp it
Youngbull, take a crack at it. Disappear like black magic
I'm in a winners circle, I ain't got time to lose
Mr. Beyond Exclusive, with the designer shoes
Ice a wrist, hand froze, damn I got time confused
Murderink, Mama prayin' I don't make the news
More money mean more problems
Ride the shit, full throttle
Hood dime, she got a whole model. Bust it open, pole problems
More money mean more problems
Ride the shit, full throttle
Hood dime, she got a whole model. Bust it open, pole problems
She feelin' my drip, please don't slip, lights the wrist and bust it down
Horseshoe shit , late night flip, stack a chip then double-down
They know we don't f*ck around
Ain't f*ckin', don't come around
Steal your bitch and bust her down 'cause we the hottest in the town
Squad Squad Squad
Gang, get to em, get the middle part
Double B Dat, be that, believe Dat, slow feet don't eat
You gotta be a killer to compete
Slow grind 'til its yo time, and when its your time, then its showtime
BTB, that my... Gang
Hustle for bread, it cost a fee
Its enough cash, we all can eat
Time costs money, and money cost time
Not 'bout cash, don't talk to me. Damn
Talk to me
Aye, Ay, talk is cheap
Watch from the side, nigga parking seat
Speed to the bank, uh, Pardon me
Party still trap on the beeper
Shorty stay fresh like its Easter
Hot like a fever, wrist on freezer
No need to lace up the sneakers
Crazy cousin caught 2 tecks
Hating ass won't do next
Foreign whip Utep new check
Baltimore City how I two-step
I spin a 10, Hardaway
F*ck up the bank, Ima ball today
Flexin' the bread and it costs to pay
Watch her ass drop in some lingerie
Look at the sauce display
Shoot like Klay, for tre
Show me a trick,
She swallow the shit,
Bitch don't be shy
Get it off of me
Shorty look fine to me, double a five to me
Shorty a dime, Never will lie , she arching her spine for me
Yea, yea, she's a groupie, f*cking the bitch in a 2 seat
Four flat, she throw it back, Got celery, and got Bleu cheese
She feelin' my drip, please don't slip, lights the wrist and bust it down
Horseshoe shit, late night flip, stack a chip then double-down
They know we don't f*ck around
Ain't f*ckin', don't come around
Steal your bitch and bust her down 'cause we the hottest in the town
Back at it, like a crack addict, with a bad habit, I'ma cash addict
Calculated with bad tatics, pockets jammed like bad traffic
In the red, if you owe me bread, can't risk it, can't CashApp it
Youngbull, take a crack at it. Disappear like black magic
I'm in a winners circle, I ain't got time to lose
Mr. Beyond Exclusive, with the designer shoes
Ice a wrist, hand froze, damn I got time confused
Murderink, Mama prayin' I don't make the news
More money mean more problems
Ride the shit, full throttle
Hood dime, she got a whole model. Bust it open, pole problems
More money mean more problems
Ride the shit, full throttle
Hood dime, she got a whole model. Bust it open, pole problems
She feelin' my drip, please don't slip, lights the wrist and bust it down
Horseshoe shit , late night flip, stack a chip then double-down
They know we don't f*ck around
Ain't f*ckin', don't come around
Steal your bitch and bust her down 'cause we the hottest in the town
Squad Squad Squad
Writer: BRIAN SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid