BFFR lyrics

[Intro]
Said it
So what? Yeah I said it!
So what? Yeah I said it!
So what? Yeah I said it!
So what? Yeah I said it! (Like)
So what? Yeah I said it!
So what? So what? So what? So what? So what? So what? So-
(Kenzo B!)

[Interlude]
So what? Yeah I said it!
So what? Yeah I said it!
If ya b*tches gon' be anything in life (Top 2 & I'm not 2 b*tch!)
I want ya to be for real (So what, what, what)
(Cuz ya weak ass-
Cuz ya weak ass hoes
Cuz ya weak ass-
Y-Ya weak ass hoes
Cuz ya weak ass-
Cuz ya weak ass hoes
Cuz ya weak ass-
Y-Ya weak ass hoes)

[Verse 1: Kenzo B]
Like, listen
Yea I said it, I ain't f*cking wit ya' weak ass n*ggas
Do it for the 'Gram, pus*y in the streets ass n*ggas
Bird ass, always talkin' out they beak ass n*gga
He tryna argue, 'cause he don't know what to eat ass n*ggas
Like, I ain't trippin' over none of you hoеs, you b*tches catty
Ya know that n*gga sharin' his clothes still call him "Daddy"
Them b*tchеs talkin' hot and still walkin' without scatty
They just mad because I'm pretty, petite, and I got a fatty
But I'm over it
Cuz I'm blowin' not just holdin' it
I need me some sh*t that's gon' keep bussin', I'm not reloadin' it
And if I back out now, can believe me, I'm not just showin' it
In any situation, I got it then I'm controllin' it, like
Look, I'm a five-star b*tch
I'm still heavy on the ghetto doin' five-star sh*t
Went from spinnin' in the J's, and now I'm steppin to Louie
f*ck the clout and the fame, I still send b*tches to the gooey, yeah I said it
[Interlude]
So what? Yeah I said it!
So what? Yeah I said it!
So what? Ye-Yeah I said it!
So what? Yeah I said it!
So what? Yeah I said it!
So what? So what? So what? So what? What? What? So what?
(Cuz ya weak ass-
Cuz ya weak ass hoes
Cuz ya weak ass-
Y-Ya weak ass hoes
Cuz ya weak ass-
Cuz ya weak ass hoes
Cuz ya weak ass-
Y-Ya weak ass hoes)

[Verse 2: Kenzo B]
Like, they poppin' all this big money sh*t, but n*ggas jeans ain't that
Postin' pics, drippin' in jewels, and then ain't givin' em' back
I ain't doubtin' no n*ggas struggle, but just stop wit the cap
How you gon' take me on a date, can't even pick up the slack
Like be for real, n*ggas be actin' clueless
He could say he got a gun, but when the f*ck he gon' use it
A n*gga play wit me then he crazy, bye to ya stupid
Like, imagine God done sent you a blessing and then you lose it
And you b*tches ain't safe, ya look stupid, where the hate on ya face
And ya just mad a b*tch done went from eatin' Ramen to Steak
Like okay, it all depends on how you take it
Don't gotta be a room, my name alone could get it shakin' and they hate it
But I'm still gettin' money, can't stop me from sittin' pretty
I'm still the realest b*tch to bring pressure up in my city
f*ck all the decoys and the bots, I'm too high up in the clouds
To be arguing wit b*tches by the spot likee
[Interlude]
So what? Yeah I said it!
So what? Yeah I said it!
So what? Ye-Yeah I said it!
So what? Yeah I said it!
So what? Yeah I said it!
So what? So what? So what? So what? What? What? So what?
(Cuz ya weak ass-
Cuz ya weak ass hoes
Cuz ya weak ass-
Y-Ya weak ass hoes
Cuz ya weak ass-
Cuz ya weak ass hoes
Cuz ya weak ass-
Y-Ya weak ass hoes
Cuz ya weak)