Best Buy lyrics

[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)
Gang, RTB, n*gga

[Verse 1]
Like a bad ref, we be quick to let them TECs fly
An opp saw me on TV, but we caught his ass at Best Buy
f*cked a b*tch, she got to goin' crazy, burnin' sh*t like Left Eye
And I ain't f*ckin' with these hoes 'cause 20K what they impressed by
Hopped in the Wraith, yeah, I had to test drive
Bro was hittin' licks and servin' nicks on the Westside
Bring the fin and the Drac', it depend on his chest size
b*tch got thirty-four double-D's, that's the best size
Told my b*tch I'm really chillin', that's my best lie
Damn, but she don't believe me
I could never fall for a b*tch 'cause they never leave me
Treat your b*tch like UFC 'cause I told her that she need me
Put the switch up on the Glock like bad kids, yeah, the BeBe's
Yeah, your b*tch ate slices of that dog, we at CiCi's
Left my b*tch and it stung her 'cause her next n*gga can't be me
It's easy, I took another trip and had a three-piece
I ain't even tryna learn how to love, b*tch, I ain't Weezy
No fakin', n*gga

[Verse 2]
Snatch your b*tch, then I put her in a Tesla X
All I got was head, I ain't even have the rest of sex
Yeah, I like to flash, but the laser help me check the best
All headshots, we ain't even have to check the vest
Said I need that load, told lil' baby to check her text
n*ggas keep on talkin', opposition gettin' less and less
My lil' n*gga said he needed thirty, I gave Meth a Steph
Really get on your ass, up the score, this ain't the mixtape
b*tch just walked in, ass fat, but her tits fake
Hit the gas on the Scat', told the hoes that my sh*t stink
You got the nerve to shine your flash in the club, but your wrist fake
If he try to beef with the gang, that's a mistake
I don't get in my feelings, lil' n*gga, I just get Dracs
I ain't got no patience, but I still make a b*tch wait
Took my gun to Ruth Chris, then I had a blick date
Spend three minutes with your b*tch, then I get my di*k ate, yeah
Pull up to Houston, got that rocket with me
It don't make no sense why you talkin', you ain't got a fifty
Pull up to an opp crib and the K knockin' with me
I get rude to a b*tch 'cause the Wock' was in me
n*ggas never kept it solid, so they ain't rockin' with me
Your b*tch all up on my spear, but she not a Britney
This n*gga mad 'cause his pockets empty
This whip topless, now I'm mad 'cause the tropics windy