BCF WAY

[Intro]
Brrt, brrt
Two man blitz when we walked niggas down
Started pumpin' adrenaline rounds

[Chorus]
It's a two man blitz when we walked niggas down
Started pumpin' adrenaline rounds
Me, I don't cap in my rap, really live what I say, you can go ask the yutes in the Townz
I took a big opp, they want me big dead, I wish a fuck nigga run up right now
Fuck nigga run up on me, bet he die so quick, head shot, leg shot, man down
I friend niggas up, then I take niggas down
You can stay with the lambs, can't hunt with my hounds
It's a Glock 33, hold thirty three rounds
22 by waistband, make niggas frown
I beat up the road, if I'm fresh home might come to your block and send in the blitzes
I treat every blicky as my son, it get put in designers, fitted and switches
Hide the [?], why would I worry about bitches
High fashion is required, I'm drippin'
He a virgin, 9 milli' brick him
Said his gun jammed, he never clicked it
Louis V demon, drenchin', I'm glitchin'
If I had no gun [?], I'm dippin'
Amiri, Celine into their rip, I'm blitzin'
She in love with me, she know I'm different

[Verse]
I suit up and get low for the dawgs, you know if it's motion they're causin' I'm comin'
Two 22s, boy don't let me slam it, I get the 27, I shoot up the function
Percocet's and PDP in my body, you play with my brain while I play on my button
I can't wait to go pepper my cousin
Niggas die for that internet bluffin'
I was fifteen, still walk with machete, it's blade to a face if a nigga try testin'
You see me, see my arm crossed, 'cause this bid my armpit came in with leverage
Every blicky came in with extensions
In the Townz, see one and we drench him
Got packed and the next one left him
Not me, I would never dip on my bredrins
Bunskin really just play for the cause
Only shootin' for the dogs, the reason they sent him
Why, why would you lack on your block?
Bullet hole through your stomach, you straight up to heaven
Niggas dyin' for internet steppin'
Me, I really make moves in they sections
I really make moves in they trenches
I really show niggas the exits

[Chorus]
Two man blitz when we walked niggas down
Started pumpin' adrenaline rounds
Me, I don't cap in my rap, really live what I say, you can go ask the yutes in the Townz
I took a big opp, they want me big dead, I wish a fuck nigga run up right now
Fuck nigga run up on me, bet he die so quick, head shot, leg shot, man down
I friend niggas up, then I take niggas down
You can stay with the lambs, can't hunt with my hounds
It's a Glock 33 hold thirty three rounds
22 by waistband, make niggas frown
I beat up the road, [?], your box, I send in the blitzes
I treat every blicky as my son, it get put in designers, fitted and switches
Hide the [?], why would I worry about bitches
High fashion is the code and I'm drippin'
He a virgin, 9 milli' brick him
Said his gun jammed, he never clicked it
Louis V demon, drenchin', I'm glitchin'
If I had no gun [?], I'm dippin'
Amiri, Celine into their rip, I'm blitzin'
She in love with me, she know I'm different