Best Buy

[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)
Gang, RTB, nigga

[Verse 1]
Like a bad ref, we be quick to let them TECs fly
An opp saw me on TV, but we caught his ass at Best Buy
Fucked a bitch, she got to goin' crazy, burnin' shit like Left Eye
And I ain't fuckin' with these hoes 'cause 20K what they impressed by
Hopped in the Wraith, yeah, I had to test drive
Bro was hittin' licks and servin' nicks on the Westside
Bring the fin and the Drac', it depend on his chest size
Bitch got thirty-four double-D's, that's the best size
Told my bitch I'm really chillin', that's my best lie
Damn, but she don't believe me
I could never fall for a bitch 'cause they never leave me
Treat your bitch like UFC 'cause I told her that she need me
Put the switch up on the Glock like bad kids, yeah, the BeBe's
Yeah, your bitch ate slices of that dog, we at CiCi's
Left my bitch and it stung her 'cause her next nigga can't be me
It's easy, I took another trip and had a three-piece
I ain't even tryna learn how to love, bitch, I ain't Weezy
No fakin', nigga

[Verse 2]
Snatch your bitch, then I put her in a Tesla X
All I got was head, I ain't even have the rest of sex
Yeah, I like to flash, but the laser help me check the best
All headshots, we ain't even have to check the vest
Said I need that load, told lil' baby to check her text
Niggas keep on talkin', opposition gettin' less and less
My lil' nigga said he needed thirty, I gave Meth a Steph
Really get on your ass, up the score, this ain't the mixtape
Bitch just walked in, ass fat, but her tits fake
Hit the gas on the Scat', told the hoes that my shit stink
You got the nerve to shine your flash in the club, but your wrist fake
If he try to beef with the gang, that's a mistake
I don't get in my feelings, lil' nigga, I just get Dracs
I ain't got no patience, but I still make a bitch wait
Took my gun to Ruth Chris, then I had a blick date
Spend three minutes with your bitch, then I get my dick ate, yeah
Pull up to Houston, got that rocket with me
It don't make no sense why you talkin', you ain't got a fifty
Pull up to an opp crib and the K knockin' with me
I get rude to a bitch 'cause the Wock' was in me
Niggas never kept it solid, so they ain't rockin' with me
Your bitch all up on my spear, but she not a Britney
This nigga mad 'cause his pockets empty
This whip topless, now I'm mad 'cause the tropics windy