B Test Songtext
von Booka600

This a B test
This a, this a, this a, this a
(Hey, Matthew, did you make this?)
This a B test
This a B test
This a B test

This a B test, come and get your feet wet
We got three TECS, choppas, FNS, three Macs
I don′t need sex, bitch, get your knees ready
Get off these Xs, feeling like a T. rex
I get free checks, nigga, you ain't seen it yet
Bitches be messy, then turn around be past
I don′t feed rats, nigga telling on me next
I don't need gas when I hop on these jets


I got mean racks, three thousand dollar jean jacket
I don't need flex, money tall like mean case
I redeem best, when I′m all that me got
Hit your spleen back, all around I see chests
I′ma be next when y'all say that he best
I can′t be pressed 'bout a bitch that need sex
You ain′t even relevant then turned around need credit
You gon' need a vest if you ever be present

We got secrets, white girl, that D next
It′s a heat check, better have your sling ready
We some rejects, drop out, can't read texts
But we keep money, got knowledge from street shit

This a B test, come and get your feet wet
We got three TECS, choppas, FNs, three Macs
I don't need sex, bitch, get your knees ready
Get off these Xs, feeling like a T. rex
I get free checks, nigga, you ain′t seen it yet
Bitches be messy, then turn around be past
I don′t feed rats, nigga telling on me next
I don't need gas when I hop on these jets