BTF Freestyle Songtext
von Krillz
BTF Freestyle Songtext
If you touch one of the guys, we′re riding quick
Imma hop in a ride with violent kids
We're rolling around tryna find this prick
If we don′t find him then we find his kin
I know they're praying I lack but I won't
Tell em pray harder my knife′s on hip
I take my blade wherever I go
We′re stuck together like siamese twins
I'm making the calls I feel like a president
On my Joe Biden shit
Oh they want beef?
Let′s take it there
Imma ring up my nigga with bine and sticks
He'll make it rain turn your block stormy
No, I ain′t on about Kylie's kid
I′m with a bad bitch and she wants to hit
But I've gotta know what the mileage is
All of my pagans hate my guts
Wanna know why?
Cause I'm paid as fuck
They just send empty threats on the net
But it′s funny all now cah I ain′t been touched
My life don't revolve around no skets
I′m making bread if i ain't out making love
If you think imma go back to being broke
Then the weed you smoke is laced with grub
It′s funny cah everyone wants your spot
Till they find out what it really takes
To be a fucking boss
If you're in my shoes you ain′t lasting a day
Don't judge me if you don't live this life
You ain′t got no clue so you got no say
When they′re online they're personas change
They′re switching characters GTA
Bro ain't a Kangaroo
But he′s got a baby shh in his pouch
He's gonna do what he has to do
If you wanna fuck around and find out
These YG′s got me mad confused
How you tryna get clout when you don't get pounds
When I was your age I was tryna make moves
Ask LJ, I weren't playing about
That′s facts!
Guys wanna rap bout making flips
I ain′t taking it in cah I know that's cap
I was on the backroad, flicky and trap phone
All on my jack jones no cap rap
You won′t get a pass if you're dissing the gang
Make sure you don′t lack cah we're gonna clap back
Catch him in the flesh, he ain′t got no heart
It's all a facade, he ain't no badman
Imma hop in a ride with violent kids
We're rolling around tryna find this prick
If we don′t find him then we find his kin
I know they're praying I lack but I won't
Tell em pray harder my knife′s on hip
I take my blade wherever I go
We′re stuck together like siamese twins
I'm making the calls I feel like a president
On my Joe Biden shit
Oh they want beef?
Let′s take it there
Imma ring up my nigga with bine and sticks
He'll make it rain turn your block stormy
No, I ain′t on about Kylie's kid
I′m with a bad bitch and she wants to hit
But I've gotta know what the mileage is
All of my pagans hate my guts
Wanna know why?
Cause I'm paid as fuck
They just send empty threats on the net
But it′s funny all now cah I ain′t been touched
My life don't revolve around no skets
I′m making bread if i ain't out making love
If you think imma go back to being broke
Then the weed you smoke is laced with grub
It′s funny cah everyone wants your spot
Till they find out what it really takes
To be a fucking boss
If you're in my shoes you ain′t lasting a day
Don't judge me if you don't live this life
You ain′t got no clue so you got no say
When they′re online they're personas change
They′re switching characters GTA
Bro ain't a Kangaroo
But he′s got a baby shh in his pouch
He's gonna do what he has to do
If you wanna fuck around and find out
These YG′s got me mad confused
How you tryna get clout when you don't get pounds
When I was your age I was tryna make moves
Ask LJ, I weren't playing about
That′s facts!
Guys wanna rap bout making flips
I ain′t taking it in cah I know that's cap
I was on the backroad, flicky and trap phone
All on my jack jones no cap rap
You won′t get a pass if you're dissing the gang
Make sure you don′t lack cah we're gonna clap back
Catch him in the flesh, he ain′t got no heart
It's all a facade, he ain't no badman
Writer(s): Kelvin Yeboah Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

