BGS II (Freestyle) Lyrics

My bros said he's Ace

You cannot replace

I'm more like I'm Sabo

With a scar on my face

So give me the smoke, I feel like I'm Sanji

Girl with the bag, she wanna be Nami

I hit then I dash, you can't even find me

I be in the cut, just like a shiny

I'm really too rare to be fucking with squares

I feel like this game is like musical chairs

They only let one nigga win at a time

And when it's a wrap, they don't even care

And if it's not trap, it's up in the air

You niggas be wack, I don't wanna share

So give me the fetty, the moolah, the money

I don't want the clout, 'cause they love to stare

Cuz they be the ops, maybe the cops

Shout out to Grizz, cuz he told me to drop

Shout out you bitches, you been on my cock

And when I get lit I freestyle off the top

The homies said chill you been doing a lot

My nigga I'm high, is you tripping or not

I been off the shroomies, I been off the pot

My eyes getting lower, I'm looking like Brock

Cuz I'm with a hitter

Yeah I'm with the shooter

All of my bitches

They stay with some hookah

I'm sipping that 'Quila

I'm sipping it straight

Yeah all of them niggas

I know that they fake

Nigga stay in your place

Nigga fuck out my face

You don't wanna be traced

I'm done

Ayo Grizz I borrowed your flow a little bit at the end

Don't be mad

You know I don't like this drill shit for real