BeBe

[Intro]
Yeah
I served my chip three times
Jam they dumb ass
Slid the piece
Slimeball in heaven, Ru
Jeff, Rez in that bitch
Same receipt
Fuck you need nigga, your motherfuckin' manager?
This fake ID nigga, official as hell bitch
Fuck is you talkin' about?
Ayy niggas what's the fuckin' deal my baby?

[Verse 1]
Ayy, chunky forty, that's a BB-dub, yeah
Like Fear Factor, make you eat these slugs, yeah
Mad as hell, caught a CC-dub, yeah
High as a bitch, I couldn't even run
Blue strips, buy the kids ice cream with the ones, huh
Free my cuddy Tone, middle finger to the judge, yeah
Just can't forgive him, walk around with a grudge
Shit not that simple, took a nigga that I love, yeah
Pay a stack for the slacks, that was light
Yeah, bitch say she love me, oh that's nice
Yeah, startin' to feel like all these hoes trife
Yeah, fuck around and lost hope on a wife, yeah
Ayy, travel 'cross the world, punchin' flights
Take me to where I ain't gotta clutch at lights
Yeah, tryna ease the pain with this pint, yeah
Yeah, tryna ease the pain with this ice
First heatbreak, ain't have shit to do with bitches
Got my brother in that system, ever since, shit been different
Turned a nigga savage, ever since I been trippin'
Still smile but I'm hurtin', numb the pain with the liquor
Numb the pain with the chicken, forty came with extensions
The clip like jelly how it hang from the biscuit, dog
Just be patient, it's gon' take a lil' minute
When you get it out the mud and don't change on your niggas, yeah
Most these cops crooked, fuck these hospitals
Ambulance took an hour just to get to my nigga
We're just countin' bands, blowin' on the block chillin'
Make us wanna hang out with them TEC's like a side nigga, yeah
Made me wanna blow a nigga, that's on God
Know exactly how Digga feelin' 'bout Vom
Gucci, I'ma treat your brother like he mine
Blowin' 'Woods, me and Don, see the pain in his eyes, yeah
Fuck a hook, this off the heart, fuck a book
Fuck her puss, I'm aimin' for her chin like an uppercut
I ain't matched the last four, I got lazy punchin' up
Flirtin' with the cashier, ugly bitch, dumb as fuck, ayy
Stupid nigga tryna scrap, nigga punch these slugs
Bitch went from a ten to a six when I bust my nut
Lord fuck my enemies, protect me from the ones I trust
Yeah, feel like Cartier, nigga add me up

[Chorus]
Yeah, I hope niggas don't think they invincible, yeah
Big four-five turn 'em invisible
Used to say no new niggas, only originals, yeah
But day ones'll get to switchin' too
Yeah, bust a fat nut, bitch what you finna do?
Hmm, seven hundred dollars on some tennis shoes, yeah
BeBe Kidd, bitch I bend the rules
I wasn't even 'posed to be here, this a miracle, yeah

[Verse 2]
Ayy, nigga why you like this bitch? Her head terrible
My bitch head so fire, she need Theraflu
Get a body in this bitch like a parachute
Word around, I'm a dog, damn I never knew
Starin' at me while she suckin', bitch I'm scared of you
They got my dog in the pen like Chris Jericho
For them blues and them oranges like Syracuse
Free my niggas, huh, we them niggas
Out the way, ain't tryna see you niggas
Hate to be you niggas, 'cause we hit all y'all hoes, huh
Y'all could fuck ours too, we don't give a fuck
Niggas cryin' over hoes, I let my nigga fuck
I been tryna keep shit cool but niggas weak as fuck
Cuffin' on these nat nats, hair cheap as fuck
She let us all in her mouth like she eatin' subs
Countin' money while she suck it just to geek her up
Yeah, might get a new wig if you keep this up
Just need the bitch for one day like a teacher sub
Hit me and passin' out sticks like a piece of gum
That bag on me, clip curled like a Cheeto puff
Yeah, used to use the microwave for hot water
Now I'm ballin' state to state, feel like Pop Warner
All these motherfuckin' clips, feel like Blockbuster
All these punches in this bitch, feel like Ike Turner

[Chorus]
Yeah, I hope niggas don't think they invincible, yeah
Big four-five turn 'em invisible
Used to say no new niggas, only originals, yeah
But day ones'll get to switchin' too
Yeah, bust a fat nut, bitch what you finna do?
Hmm, seven hundred dollars on some tennis shoes, yeah
BeBe Kidd, bitch I bend the rules
I wasn't even 'posed to be here, this a miracle