Sounds Like Some Bs To Me Lyrics

Why you Wanna Come Out and Talk Good huh

Like Doing Time Changed your Life

When you Know there is niggas Locked Up

That ain't Never Coming Home

Like my nigga Doing Life

With the shit I've Done I'll Probably Go to Hell

Dont Try to Treatment Me with Jail

I could give a damn about Loosing

Cause there is no W

If you Never Take an L

Sounds like some Bs to Me

That just Sounds like some BS to Me

Sounds like some BS to Me

That just Sounds like some BS to Me

Niggas get a lil Change

And Say fuck Selling Drugs

So they Can Throw it on a Bitch

Sucking Dick at the Club

Rich niggas Always Wanna Go

And Hate on a Thug

Me I'll Probably be 70

And Still Selling Dubs

Nigga thats Facts

At 14 Made a Living of Packs

I went to Prison Came Out

And Started Selling that Crack

Like we Playing Tag

Now you See me Chasing a Stack

I ain't a Bougie nigga

But I'm on 5th with the Sack

Nigga just Stop it

Cuz nigga don't Believe in your Lies

You Catch a Case

And Wanna Come Out with some Positive Vibes

Cause you Forgot how to be Hungry

How it was to Survive

The Hood ain't Feeling You

Cause Drugs is Probably Why I'm Alive

You was Never that Person

Thats Probably Why you Feeling Strange

I was Always the Same

Thats Probably Why I'll Never Change

You Sound Good

But to Us Stuck in the Hood is an Outrage

Ama be the Same till I am Dying of Mad Age

Why you niggas Fronting with the Work

When it come Time to Make a Sale

You Can Stop me when am Lying

If i tell you when you Slanging

It ain't All about the Scale

Niggas Know its All about the Mail

I be with the White like I'm Pale

Ama Send my Family Money

And you gonna Try to Send a nigga fucking Back to Jail

Fuck Eyeballing Work

My nigga you Loosing Money

And i Need Every Penny

Cause thats Why your Nose Runny

Ay ama get this Work

If is Rain, Hail or Sunny

I'm from the Old School

Maybe you should Go Back and Study

I'll Stretch a nigga like a Bungee Cord

Thats if I'm Bored

My Job Description Says

I'll Send a nigga

Straight to the Lord

I got them Prizes

That you Can Afford

Just like a Store

When its Time to Ride

My niggas Get On Board

Just like a Ford

I be that nigga from the Block

And I'm Holding on to the Glock

Pray to the Lord while I Walk

Cause them Cracker wanna Get me Knock

I'm Selling a Fiend a Rock

I'm Working I'm on the Clock

You Hear the Hood when I Talk

So the Police Watch like a Hawk

I ain't the Best when I Do It

But i Get it Done

And you Can't Touch me like 6ix9ine

Cause I'm like the Sun

I like to Run

When I See Police and i Got a Gun

I like to Stunt

Till my Pockets Start Looking like Pun

You Know How they Say

The Streets don't Love You

Cause when its Time

That shit Don't Love You Back

They Say to Keep your Back Against the Wall

But they didn't Tell You

That's so Nobody can Stab You in the Back

What you Think that I ain't Spitting Facts?

That your niggas ain't gon Switch for them Racks?

Its like the Government

We Love em and they Love Us

But they Still gonna Charge You the Tax

Sounds like some BS to Me

That just Sounds like some BS to Me

Sounds like some BS to Me

That just Sounds like some BS to Me