BWMF—an acronym for “ball with my friends”—is about Drama sharing his luxury with his friends and bringing them all to California.
Throughout the song, Drama references his struggles in Philadelphia, his hometown. He talks about his hustles, including selling drugs, having to live from house to hou...
[Verse 1]
And it got me thinkin', like, "Go baby"
How you gonna win when you so lazy?
I was in the streets, that's what made me
Niggas wanted beef, man, it's so crazy
I had an old deuce-deuce
Then I went and bought a new .380
I was in the streets runnin' loose
Momma couldn't even come save me
I had to go and switch my plans up
Yeah, I had to grind smarter
Yeah, I had to work harder
Get a plan then start up
Yeah, I was in the trap, became the trap, there's no escape, the trap hotel, I overstayed
Mom was callin', fiends was callin', I was trappin', stayin' out super late
Just to
[Chorus]
But I had to go and get my bands up
(I was out in these streets)
(I had nowhere to be)
(With nothing to eat)
I just wanna ball with my friends, yeah
(Get us out of these streets)
(Put us all in the hills)
(So we all can just chill)
But I had to go and get my bands up, oh yeah
(I was out in these streets)
(I had nowhere to be)
(With nothing to eat)
I just wanna ball with my friends, yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
(Get us out of these streets)
(Put us all in the hills)
Oh yeah
(So we all can just chill)
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
And I'm thinkin', like, "Okay"
I been up grindin' for 4 days
I done took trips across states
So I can make flips like [?]
And I can't trust none of these niggas, they fugazi, they fake
Shorty said she wanna date me, but I can't take her on dates
'Cause I'm gridin', yeah
No time to put in no time in, yeah
And got time for hoes
Barely got time to change my clothes
'Cause I been grindin' too long
We was at the bottom too long
Don't wanna see the bottom no more
We been there, so I had to
[Chorus]
I had to go and get my bands up
(I was out in these streets)
(I had nowhere to be)
(With nothing to eat)
I just wanna ball with my friends, yeah
(Get us out of these streets)
(Put us all in the hills)
(So we all can just chill)
But I had to go and get my bands up, oh yeah
(I was out in these streets)
(I had nowhere to be)
(With nothing to eat)
I just wanna ball with my friends, yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
(Get us out of these streets)
(Put us all in the hills)
Oh yeah
(So we all can just chill)
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
BWMF was produced by Syphe Dublin.