B.M.T Lyrics

Wake up in the mornin', brush my teeth,

Count my new bread today

Niggas runnin' laps up in the mornin' like it's yesterday

Niggas runnin' laps up in the

Woah, okay, drugs just hittin',

Like fake juice, I just can't concentrate

I just hit Raheem and send my dog another demo tape

He said my shit is fire, but sometimes he don't know what I say

So here I break it down,

Slowly but surely

This the intro, you don't gotta worry bout no story

Back up, I get very cautious when it's action

Action, but cut the movie on, it do get active

Watch behind the scenes, watch me keep callin' out directions

See Gyal (Seagall) a kill a nigga

Why you watch who do directing

Dick stay hard, she think I'm draggin' out the session

Like Kyrie, I love twos, she think bout bringin' up her best friend

A bill nye guy teaching both these girls a lesson

Thinkin' bout my stroke, I might just work it out and stretch it

Wake up in the mornin', count my bread and brush my teeth

Lookin' at the screen,

Eyeing on the cheese

Niggas move ratty,

Sticky traps leave em' deceased

Blade long as fuck,

Shit whats longer is the team

M4L in my blood till I leave, put it on the sheets

Of Stat papers, niggas tryna rip up the receipts

I can never trust, so relationships on lease

Pass me the blunt, so you know I'm gon' chief

Heads in the mountain, but they really be in reefs

I cannot smile when the grind been all grease

So we slide through, slide like glue

Slide like hot the fuck them niggas comin

Them niggas comin', niggas comin

So we sendin' them shots have em niggas runnin

So we sendin' them shots have em niggas runnin

Now they runnin' with two legs, niggas take the B-11