Curren$y Lyrics
"Bbs"

This that go BBS flow
plastic nike air tags on your original 4's
niggas is z'ed on your mans and im rollin a O
leave em sleep i dont need them suckers listenin to
me pack a bone for everthing except the kitchen sink
underneath wich I keep a set of Andy slippers
i could fix my nine in a four we go over by them bitches
a quick lil something cant get the back
i dont know where i left my hand mirror type of dillemas
will never hinder my jet living
we juss chillin so dont come round here fake toughin
runnin off the wemon
bossed up all us southside the club waintin to tip
them drivers who pull our cars up the fuck yu though
this was dawg imma trill muffucker after all
haters is dressed in safeteyness encouraging my fall wont catch me there
but yu can catch me on air when my new shit premier
at watever media outlet decide to play it fair
fuck playin there pimin imma play the bear grizzle
seriously fish burn trun flip styles furiously this
that 70 soul green alchemestry amen been a g since
buddy lee's lames be cuffin they jeans amd their bitches
i be cookin these bird ass hoes running circles round
they rotissery chickens love got a shovel in her hand
i see yu diggin strike gold build your own coffin wit
it deadass flick ashes on the girls in my pastence
they tell us for the ones i was juss fuckin
the crib for the i was gonna get right back wit its
easy to get tangled in the stars spangled mangeled
in the night life livin out my bars... dangerous