B.B.T. lyrics

[Verse 1: ICECOLDBISHOP & Trinidad James]
I'm a, I'm a, ooh, look, I'm a
I'm a risk taker, bad b*tch taker
Chain on her, I'm a bad b*tch maker
New coat, they wanna find out the maker
Wake up, let's fly to Jamaica
I paid way too much money for this coat to let you f*ck it up
Stupid b*tch, uh, hold up, wait, look
Gave my thousand dollar jacket to my b*tch when she cold
Rollie for the summer and my b*tch get her own
Look, give her anything 'cause she stick to the code, uh-huh
If a b*tch get to tripping, I'ma bop on a ho
Turn the lights off
b*tch, I don't play fair, this is my ball
I'll put a black ring 'round your eyeball
What you mean she don't answer when you bang line?
Give it here, I bet the b*tch answer my call
Hеllo?
What you doing?
See, n*gga, I told you
I need a band for the game I just sold you
The gamе is to be sold and not to be told, yeah
Uh-huh
A-Town
Uh-huh
[Chorus: ICECOLDBISHOP & Trinidad James]
Do you wanna take the bus or the plane? Let me know (Let me know)
Do you wanna get a clutch or a chain? Let me know (Let me know)
We could slide to the mall, do your thing, let me know (Let me know)
Baby, when you sick of f*ckin' with them lames, let me know

[Verse 2: Trinidad James & ICECOLDBISHOP]
Let me slide in this b*tch like a finger roll (Slide)
I'm D-A-D, smooth criminal (Dad)
Go B-I-G on a n*gga though (Big)
I can't make money with a simple ho (No, sir)
A1, G Perico, we can let it snow
I'm a real temptation, you could let her know (Let her know)
R.I.P. my n*gga Nip, it's a marathon (Nip)
For them Crip blue strips, we can get it on (Come on)
I'm the wrong type of n*gga that you wanna sh*t on (Wrong type)
I get Rick James when I put this sh*t on (Rick James)
I got real good di*k for a b*tch to get on (Real good)
In my B-A-G, like my money real long (Ayy)
She so naked, baby, try this on
f*ck me, leave, then fly back home
Need RIP, my heart so chrome (Uh-huh)
Be bad for me, I won't do you wrong (Uh-huh)

[Chorus: ICECOLDBISHOP & G Perico]
Do you wanna take the bus or the plane? Let me know
Do you wanna get a clutch or a chain? Let me know
We could slide to the mall, do your thing, let me know
Baby, when you sick of f*ckin' with them lames, let me know
Uh-huh, do you wanna take the bus or the plane? Let me know
Do you wanna get a clutch or a chain? Let me know
We could slide to the mall, do your thing, let me know
Baby, when you sick of f*ckin' with them lames, let me know (Yeah, uh)
[Verse 3: G Perico]
When you sick of f*ckin' with them lames, let me know somethin'
Jump in the 'Vette, let's ride around and smoke somethin'
I see the same ho every city that I go (That I go)
From Atlanta back to Figueroa (Figueroa)
I told the b*tch get the Wagyu, she said she don't like pasta
Okay, it's time for me to stop talkin' (Stop)
An S-Class Chevrolet drivin'-ass n*gga
When I jump on the plane, I got contraband with me
When I land in the city, I'm breakin' on hookers from the Airbnb
Just movin' and juggin'

[Bridge: Fat Ron]
Rolls-Royce, Cadillac, Lincoln, and Mercedes-Benz
And if they ain't f*ckin' and suckin' too, I ain't paying for none of your friends
Rolls-Royce, Cadillac, Lincoln, and Mercedes-Benz
Ahh

[Verse 4: Fat Ron]
You ain't been a joint, heffer, I made you
Don't get it f*cked up in this game, boo
It's only one player out of us two and it ain't you
Don't get it f*cked up in this game, boo
Been mackin' since sellin' them dimes and dubs
I deserve this back rub
My Glock only seventeen, gotta sneak it in the club
Case I gotta put a bullet in a studio thug
Speak up, b*tch, stop mumbling
I'll leave you on the corner while these Vogues keep tumbling
b*tch
[Verse 5: Chuck Inglish]
Check it
All vapors, that's real big paper
Classic automaker, it's a bad b*tch taker
Light makeup, lip gloss shining
She kiss me on my neck, look like I had on diamonds
You ain't never heard it spoken like this before
Real macking, I'm a snack you can eat off the floor
No slacking, tell that n*gga stop slamming my door
Girl, you gotta stop smacking when you chewing your food
Now make it do what it do, don't do what it ain't
Ayy, you heard what I said? Well, what did I say?
And I'ma do it times two, I know just what I paid
You can't slick a can of oil with a bucket of paint, b*tch

[Chorus: ICECOLDBISHOP]
Uh-huh, do you wanna take the bus or the plane? Let me know
Do you wanna get a clutch or a chain? Let me know
We could slide to the mall, do your thing, let me know
Baby, when you sick of f*ckin' with them lames, let me know
Uh-huh, do you wanna take the bus or the plane? Let me know
Do you wanna get a clutch or a chain? Let me know
We could slide to the mall, do your thing, let me know
Baby, when you sick of f*ckin' with them lames, let me know

[Outro: Trinidad James]
Yeah, n*gga, what the f*ck going on?
It's Trinidad motherf*ckin' James with the check-in, n*gga
Yeah, the first n*gga drippin' on wax
Huh, yeah, me, n*gga, not you
f*ck is you talking 'bout?
One time for my n*gga Chuck Inglish
Two times for my n*gga Mikey Rocks
Shoutout to all the other n*ggas, shoutout to my n*gga G Perico in this motherf*cker
You already know Mad Dad in this b*tch, n*gga
f*ck is you talking 'bout?
Tighten up, get your sh*t together, get your money right, take care of your family
f*ck is you sayin'?
Keep your car clean, keep your rims clean, n*gga
Dad