BTA lyrics

[Intro]
Hmm…

[Verse]
Before I go finish, the f*ck is the judge tryna give me a sentence?
We caught him up before he finished his sentence
I don’t really know why they say I’m a menace
We pull up black truck, chow for the b*tches
300 blackout, ride on glitches
We cruise the city, we ride on switches
Your ho on my phone, keep ringin’ my line
I’m tryna trap, tryna run up the digits
He blowin’ the field like he George Pickens
If they throw a bullet, then I’m tryna pick it
For sure, n*ggas know I’ma go
I don’t like to hang, and I don’t like to kick it
Bro caught an opp and he made him drop
n*gga tried to truck, and he got his fitted
f*ck all the pressure, they know that I’m with it
I hit the hole like I’m Lynch and I’m dippin’
I’m in Cali, I’m smokin’ on dank
These broke-ass n*ggas be smokin’ on kush
I pop-locked on one of my opps
He was so fast, that boy Reggie Bush
I feel like Hurst when I go for the first
n*ggas just gotta get behind me and push
n*gga was braggin’, rap ‘bout sh*t he had — but look
That sh*t got took
Hop out the car, I’ma hit my target
I just gotta see how that dumb n*gga look
And the trap don’t stop, we gon’ run this sh*t up
Know a opp got shot and the story ain’t done
I’m rich and I’m dangerous, I don’t give a f*ck
If she tryna backdoor me, send her up — yeah
We tryna slide and catch a opp tonight
Some lil’ b*tch tryna chew this di*k
She set me up? Then she gon’ die
I don’t need b*tches, I need my gun
n*gga, I’m tryna slide outside, might fight
First n*gga play, then the first n*gga lay
We tryna put a n*gga up in the sky
Percs, Xans, billions, b*tch
Them type pills I’ma f*ckin’
Lambs, ‘Cats, ‘Strats — I come trim
Those the cars I drive
n*gga, this sh*t on the floor, anywhere I go
Gotta walk with a stick and a pole
n*gga, I’m like a fiend when it come to the beef
n*ggas know me, I want all the smoke
n*ggas can’t name no time I ain’t blow my gun
I like to up the score
Most of these n*ggas be actin’ like—
They got paid, n*ggas be broke and po’
Opps tried sprint through my block, had to blow through the goose
I had to shoot through the coat
He had a shot on me, that n*gga missed
We just gon’ say that that dumb n*gga choked