HBK
HBK
HBK
HBK & Payroll Giovanni
HBK
HBK
HBK & Payroll Giovanni
HBK & Payroll Giovanni & Big Quis &
HBK & Dre Butterz
HBK & Doughboy Clay & BMO Maine & Chaz Bling & Big Quis & Payroll Giovanni
HBK & Payroll Giovanni
HBK &
HBK
[Intro]
Welcome to BYLUG
[Chorus]
Dom, ice, hoes, minks, drops, trucks, froze links
Cris- tal, money piled by the thou-‘s
Bitch, wow
[Verse 1]
My mans start[?] recordin’ on this bitch and do some dope shit
Oh, shit
Now, hand me the Cris-, and let the Mo sip
These niggas still speak up on my name, but they don’t know shit
Only thing you know fasho is I fucked your bitch
More chips got me doin’ shit that you dreamed of, bling’d up
Mitchin’ money, I’m the one you think of
Drink up, bitch, out the bottle, we don’t need cups
You ever fuck with a boss? Bitch, speak up
Met her on a Thursday but fucked ‘fore the week up
Yall on waitin’ me, wish I fucked my winnin’ streak up
Bitches geeked up when we ride in a lot
All our whips in valet, you can’t find you a spot
Climb to the top, lookin’ down with binoculars
Bitches jockin’ us, we measure money by kilometers
Kill his monitor, they almost shot the photographer
Niggas lookin’ heated, gave they ass a thermometer
[Chorus]
Dom, ice, hoes, minks, drops, trucks, froze links
Cris- tal, money piled by the thou-‘s
Bitch, wow
Dom, ice, hoes, minks, drops, trucks, froze links
Cris- tal, money piled by the thou-‘s
Bitch, wow
[Verse 2]
I’m Benz-whippin’, got your girl and her friend in it
So much money, I could take care of ten bitches
Lens tinted, on the Carti’s, I’m big pimpin’
I share my hoes with all my niggas, I’m bitch-lendin’
Bitch niggas, us and yall, it’s a big difference
Hibachi mixed with Gucci, I look like the shit in it
Big bidness, meetin’ up with the rich niggas
Cris-, if you talkin’ ‘bout how we could split figures
The Kid glitter, I walk by, and you get shivers
Superstars, we step out, and they flick pictures
And bitches tryna get our attention to sit with us
BYLUG tatted on me, that’s the clique, nigga
Balmain’s with big zippers, your Rollie – your wrist tickin’
You phony as shit, nigga, my homies is lit, nigga
Don’t get cappy with your bitch, nigga
Ring around my crew, and we gon’ see who out the clique hitter’s
[Chorus]
Dom, ice, hoes, minks, drops, trucks, froze links
Cris- tal, money piled by the thou-‘s
Bitch, wow
Dom, ice, hoes, minks, drops, trucks, froze links
Cris- tal, money piled by the thou-‘s
Bitch, wow
[Outro]
Boss Yo Life Up
Boss Yo Life Up
Boss Yo Life Up
Boss Yo Life Up