BMK lyrics

[Chorus]
Let the b*tch tell that I ain't sh*t
Let the b*tch tell that I ain't got it going
Let the b*tch tell that I was dead broke
And she was still tryna f*ck me til the early morning
Let the b*tch tell that I don't see my kids
Let the b*tch tell it, I'm a deadbeat
Let the b*tch tell it, she never f*cked me
She was running through them bands, n*gga, every week
Crazy part about it, is that I saw it coming
But I ain't trippin, I'm just coolin, thumbing through a hundred
If you let the b*tch tell it, better check your facts
'Causе you already know these b*tchеs don't know how to act

[Verse 1]
I done really seen it all, for real, n*gga
Every b*tch a n*gga f*ck, I had to deal with her
'Cause I was laying that pipe
If the b*tch ain't crazy, you ain't f*cking her right
When it come to square sh*t, I'm [?]
I need a go getter, baby, don't need a lier
She told her man she going home, and she tired
The truth is, she coming to the crib and getting higher
She's [?] getting di*ked down
I pop a perc in that pus*y, going six rounds
Yeah she like that one thing, with a thumb in it
Man, that pus*y so tight, I to c*m in it
Now I got post nut clairity
Let her grab a Plan B, baby, I ain't no chairity
Sware I hate a b*tch that take it to the Instagram
[?] b*tch head spinning like a ceiling fan
b*tch, you better fall in line, or we falling out
She wanna talk it out, there ain't nothing to talk about
Always blowing up my phone, while I'm popping out
Ain't no other option for a n*gga, [?] walk it out
That's why I'm getting gone, yeah, I'm out of here
This a double cup of lean, baby, not a beer
If you ain't getting gwop, kick rocks with no socks
I took her to the blade, then I dropped the whole opp
[Chorus]
Let the b*tch tell that I ain't sh*t
Let the b*tch tell that I ain't got it going
Let the b*tch tell that I was dead broke
And she was still tryna f*ck me til the early morning
Let the b*tch tell that I don't see my kids
Let the b*tch tell it, I'm a deadbeat
Let the b*tch tell it, she never f*cked me
She was running through them bands, n*gga, every week
Crazy part about it, is that I saw it coming
But I ain't trippin, I'm just coolin, thumbing through a hundred
If you let the b*tch tell it, better check your facts
'Cause you already know these b*tches don't know how to act

[Verse 2]
When that b*tch too plastic
I move right past it
Ain't look backwards
Did [?]
I'm in [?] dipping
I pull up on that b*tch, and I demanded a ten strip
You want some attention? But you want some dollars
Yeah it's pimpin and some hoing, [?]
Why you cuffing on that b*tch? [?] problems
You want a stomp down, b*tch? [?]
[?] a n*gga like me
I ain't looking for no loving, girl, I just want a fee
If you ain't digging what I'm saying, baby girl, you could leave
It's by choice, not forse, but I got what you need