K.P. - BDE Lyrics

Flip me on my back
Yeah, you know I like it when you do it like that
Yeah, he call me right back
Best he ever had, I ain't answer less he let 'em know the facts
Throw me on the mat
Said that I'ma beg to put that hitta on the track
Got 'em flipping back the cap
If he keep it up, then I'ma have to let that hitta run it back
On my ass
I'ma bend it back and put that hitta in a cast
Keep that hitta drenched, I'ma put 'em in a raft
Yeah, he making moves
Hitta you the daddy, I'm the calf
Yeah, I like that big boss energy
Like when hittas tell me that they into me
Hot girl summer with the Hennessy
Hit 'em with the hex, got 'em calling Leah Remini
Hitta finna get it, tryna see what he can find
Let 'em hit it once, then he saying that it's mine
If it ain't Chris, I ain't tryna climb the Pine
Let that hitta know I'm in my prime
Hitta said he do how it do
Christopher the Robin, get this Winnie the Pooh
Give the hitta dome, then he shooting the Drew
Two fingers in ma, like he saluting to Roux
Cuz I ain't never been a bitch
Take it all the way, so I can watch that hitta twitch
Had me eyeing up on the kicks
Then I hit 'em with the nod, he flipped me up like a script
No, I ain't here for the games
Put myself first, hitta, yeah, I'm here for the Reign
Keep me shooting, yeah, I'm good with the aim
But if he lame, I put the motherf*cker back in his lane, and that's fact
Put it down on me
Keep on hitting with the hammer, Keedy Black on the D
Better own it if you coming with me
Cuz, I ain't messing less that hitta got BDE
We on that CBD
Keep it private, like he put me through that CCD
Better own it if you coming with me
Cuz, I ain't messing less that hitta got BDE
If he in his bag, then he bad, yeah, yeah
Run up on ma back, pull the flag, yeah, yeah
It don't matter if they talk a big game
Cuz the difference if it's tackle or it's tag, motherf*cker, let's go
No, I ain't here for the show
If you real, motherf*cker, you should already know
Let him dribble with the balls, cuz I'm looking to throw
I'm only messing with the hittas who be making me snow
Hitta making me blush
Put my ass up on his face, he said he like when it crush
Yeah, I'm holding it down, but if that hitta a bust
The only one that finna settle, is the mother f*cking dust
He said he like when I cuss
Even when I spit, he like me better than Russ
On that Khalid, yeah, we be kissing, but we ain't on the bus
Ain't even worried bout the dad, because that pipe never rust
Meet me on the east, meet me on the west
Hitta if you with it, better show me you the best
Let him take the shot, and hope it land up on my chest
I be looking for that real, and we gone see what hitta left
But, I ain't looking for love
Unless we talking bout myself, then he just pushing to shove
On PrEPosition like of
Unless that hitta sign the prenup, hitta using the glove
No, I ain't here for the games
Put myself first, hitta, yeah, I'm here for the Reign
Keep me shooting, yeah, I'm good with the aim
But if he lame, I put the motherf*cker back in his lane, and that's fact
Put it down on me
Keep on hitting with the hammer, Keedy Black on the D
Better own it if you coming with me
Cuz, I ain't messing less that hitta got BDE
We on that CBD
Keep it private, like he put me through that CCD
Better own it if you coming with me
Cuz, I ain't messing less that hitta got BDE