BB Cypher

[Intro: Israel]
Aww shit, Devin's gonna kill me on this
Aye, woah, aye, yeah

[Verse 1: Israel]
Passing through the valley and I make a right turn
Beard is tryna grow so I don't trim the sideburns
I don't feel the need to spend the money I earned
All I need's some Levis and a couple nice shirts
Yo I like the way you do that right thurr, right thurr
I just treat you pussies like dirt, try swerve
23 I'm well and self-absorbed and wiser
This an "I already know how life works" type verse
But I'm, but I'm
I'm a fucking walking paradox
Bragging 'bout the time I said some shit that got the Sheriff shocked
I ain't Berry Bonds but swear I got some hits
I need to really have you sit and think to question if it's fair or not
And all these dudes you see, they sweeter than some cherry pies
Put 'em in a life or death scenario, they paralyzed
Doesn't matter if you scared or not, I'm terrified for you
I know you don't wanna die, keep that hair salon for you
You that guy that drives a Beamer that your parents bought for you
Bitch you wanna song fresh I got that (?) for you
I think you suffering from hearing loss
And me and Devin on a song that's like a terror squad
And all my videos are planned out like a movie scene
BB is the new regime, better than what you should be
Given opportunities, taking off like nudity
Doing what I feel like and you don't know what to do with me
I'm gone

[Pre-Verse 1: Lucky!]
Alright, Izzy
You're ugly bro, lemme do my shit
Okay, let's go

[Verse 2: Lucky!]
Let me step into the ring, bitch
I'm too crucial
The way I body these beats they would declare it as brutal
Turn your brain into noodles
I'll make it look like a simple homicide
Without laying fingers or letting iron fly
Why you so traumatized? I can't apologize
I'm only five-seven, with these stacks I'm Zion sized
Just dismantled the game to make me modified
Make the choppa sing this bitch don't even harmonize
I be all about my paper like I'm Alan Price
Being broke and heartbroken only happened twice
See a bitch can break your heart but these stacks are nice
'Cause me and money go together just like spam and rice
Fuck, I'm really in my bag, yo
Tryna cop my brothers cribs and some Lambos
You think I'm running out of bars I got the ammo
The way I'm shooting all this shit I feel like Rambo
Nah, let me get into my real shit
No corny lines just to pay the bills shit
You just like my other hoes I can't deal with
Say they with me for the time but I ain't feel shit
I claim the throne in this victory
Story of my life is a breakfast at Tiffany's
Flow over a beat sound like Beethoven's symphony
This a flu game I know these bitches be sick of me, uh
Similar to stoves you don't touch when I'm hot
This like Clipse in '02 when Lord Willin' had dropped
Lil Wayne in '07 with the features to top
Our weakest bars can go diamond we ain't ready to flop, yup!

[Pre-Verse 2: Ro]
Okay, not ready to flop, are we? Woahh
Ah dude, fucking brush your teeth bro, shut the fuck up

[Verse 3: Ro]
I'm like Soulja Boy, eating musubis Hawaiian Superman
Finger fucking hapa bitches so I got a yellow hand
Scooby Doo the coochie too might pull up in the Mystery Van
All my dogs hate Uncle Sam, all my dogs hate Uncle Sam
Haole girls are fucking bland, she snorted up her college plan
Hopped up on my dick and ran a lick, call that the Running Man
Office max my fucking plan, tryna stack a thousand bands
Don't smoke or drink
But that don't mean your whole crew won't catch second hand
Said my D fantastic so my nickname be Elastic man
I'm spitting bring yo oven mitts
BB in the fucking house not talking bout airsoft and shit
Gave yo daughter dollars she babysat with her upper lip
Six foot robber I had to clobber with my upper clip
Orgies with cheerleaders but I'll only hit the upper clit
Kaio-ken I kick that hoe in the pussy, did triple flips
Niggas try to triple dip
Please don't touch my fucking chips, aye
Cheehee! A Boto Banga cypher for the pee-pees
You can't hang with us, we upper league you niggas peewees
All of us combined got many streams not talking shee-shee
Rock hard shells stick to yo back just like opihi, nigga

[Pre-Verse 3: Devin Cheff]
Uh, that was the guy that made "Punahoes" ah, she's not even Hawaiian
I got broads all abroad, where my dick go?
Aye, aye, yeah

[Verse 4: Devin Cheff]
2020 vision, they don't wanna see me
You could get merked quicker than Nappa in GT
Said you just an extra should've been left behind, you ET
We BB, busting in the scene
Got all our songs on repeat
Independent, no CDs
The rhymes hit like bullets
You would think that I'm straight outta D.C
Got the mouth of LaVar Ball but ain't made the D-League
Getting chips while ya team stands around like NPCs
Nothing but clones and empty threats as far as I can see
Like a denominator, you never gon be topping me
You can hop right off of deez
Obvious we profiting
Come through and tear up your turf like we got soccer cleats
I step in with fresh kicks, I don't mean karate
Try to bite the style thinking "how could I be somebody?"
You can try to catch a wave but we bring tsunamis
After you've seen the way that we shook the scene, you salty
Tell 'em all to eat a dick, that's just something I would say
I'm on my Gambino shit, you just try 'bout Childish things
Feed 'em shit they eat up quick, I knew that my sound would bang
Guess I'm on an ego trip, I could let my money go down the drain
And cop designer bags to flaunt 'em
Be saucin' but have a target that's on my back, I caught 'em
Praying for my Fall like Autumn, I brought it back to haunt 'em
Ironic when something's fishy a lot of cats don't want it with me
Flow dirty, feel like Ima need some Febreeze
Keeping that thang tucked on me, talking 'bout keeping the peace
Hand over your Visa if you wanna reason with me
I'll keep going 'til I'm considered one of the meanest MCs, let's go

[Outro: Lucky!]
I mean you know what the fuck we do!
This is nothing new to us
Y'all just fucking suck
This is Boto Bangaz, you don't even fucking get it
Okay? You're not one of us
You will never be us!
Never in a million years will you touch us
I don't even have to say it, I'm gone
I'm done!