BeBe’s Kids lyrics

[Intro: Sample & Roc Marciano]
Just messin' up somebody pillowcase, ain't she? Ugh
You know what I'm sayin', baby?
Hundred block sh*t (Hey)
Know we on that wax, boy (Hey)

[Verse 1]
Uh, just me and my nigs, spinnin' four deep in a Benz
Got seeds in the biz; luckily for y'all, I don't beat my kids
No need to call CPS, sleepyhead
Bet you still pee in y'all bed, runnin' 'round being bad with your peezy wig
It ain't a wet dream when your team get hit
Glock 19 with the di*k; nah, that's not a p*nis print in my Adidas sweats
Three G's for the DITA specs (Woo)
So I can see through the BS
All my diamonds is VVS (Bling)
Never sprung for a BBL
Trailer load of hoes, your boy need a CDL
On the DL, see you G-E-L, n*ggas weak as hell (Jelly)
Couldn't even get a decent piece of tail in a fеmale jail (Woo)
Then bail in the V12 with no sеatbelt (Uh)
Squeezin' these sixteen shells, send 'em to 'em like email
Slid in the money-green GL
Keys for sale; fishscale underneath fingernails
Sprinklin' dust on the L, they was thinkin' it's Tinkerbell
Your name on the streets doesn't ring a bell like a Stringer Bell
Mayweather with the Philly shell
n*ggas really fell, more F's than a Fendi belt (Woo)
Two drums on the blicky, lookin' like Mickey Mouse
Or the sh*t that knocked Ricky down
Bring the fifty-cal anyhow for when it's sticky out
Enemies thought that they figured me out
Sig blew his memory out
Little Rich span him around, turn the big energy down
sh*t gets slippery now, n*ggas should've bowed and sit down Indian-style (How, wow)
[Outro]
n*ggas not really diggin' your style
n*ggas is loud
sh*t is foul, run down
Click, bow
Marci
n*ggas not really diggin' your style
sh*t is foul, run down
Click, bow