BT10 ft. CodyMike Lyrics

Look at this shit

How is he running with a broken leg

Dawg, he put the team on his back

Dawg, let's go inside the mind of a Greg Jennings

Dawg, I gotta do this shit

I put the team on my fucking back though

My leg broke

I don't know how the fuck I'm running right now though

I'll do this shit for Madden

Oh shit

Let me show you the way, just follow me

Got the blue checks and the big checks

I ain't got a tec but I protect my legacy with these projects

I ain't giving out my number to you motherfuckers

Hit the direct, hit the DM, never gon' see 'em

Tell me why the shit you just put out

Sound just like my last BM

From the bat boy to the GM

From the crack of dawn to the PM

To the AM, FM, XM, bitch I'm serious

Fuck that, better pass that aux

Turning this whip into a box

Turn up the heat, we getting it hot

Alan to Michael, we turn up the watts

5k per the day, approx

Flip, flip, go to the sound of your lock

Bone chillin' at the sound of my knock

On my Walt White, cooking underground

Leave it burning, go and murder an opp

Just ate Wingstop with the boss

I go nonstop, while they off

At that merch shop, what it cost

Fleeced on a fleece, got what you want

Boston, top ten, locked in

We outside all summer long

Boss man, walked in, pay attention

Learn this, and sing along

To the LA, I upgrade

And get paid, every day

Every night, gotta get it right

Swerving on that 405

I be packing out the mall

All my homies off the Za

I got bitches dropping panties

Drop my kids inside they jaws

All the shit I smoke organic

I don't shop like all of y'all

I got food inside the fridge

That I never put you on, hold up

I'm a boss, I'm a don

Live exactly how I want

Got the whole team on my back

Carry them just like LeBron

I can take it to the post

Score on them from either arm

They just try to box me out

But I got it off the farm

It's all muscle, grind it, hustle

I don't trust you, so I can't fuck with you

No bitch, I ain't love with you

Just hit it twice, I won't cuddle you

We cut it up, then I kick you out

Got another one coming in a few

Boston, top ten, locked in

We outside all summer long

Boss man, walked in, pay attention

Learn this, and sing along

To the LA, I upgrade

And get paid, every day

Every night, gotta get it right

Swerving on that 405

Don't you put that evil on me, Ricky Bobby

Don't you put that on us

No, no, no

No, he needs to know

He's always crying

Tough love it is, tough love

Wake up, idiot

Fuck you, Gumby

Cross the plane

Touchdown

Greg Jennings

49-20, man, fuck with me