BTC Lyrics

Momma said get a G.E.D

I was thinkin B.T.C

Tryna scam my way

Up out these trenches

I need that G.L.E

I ask my bitch

Do really you love me?

What you see in me?

Jumped in the streets

And made the block hot

3 hunnit degrees

My youngins a hop out

And squeeze on em

I'm tryna put the team on

I done went and copped

This big ol' cuban link

And put vv's on it

You don't bleed how i bleed

You ain't the one i lean on

This for my youngin in the trenches

Go and throw yo ski on

Go and throw yo ski on

Throw that "Stunna G" on

You ever try to stuff hundred thousand

In some amiri jeans huh?

We was duckin fedarali

Posted in the p's huh

Oh you like them fast cars?

pullup make a scene huh

Skrtt off AMG

I'm tryna run my cheese up

We was starvin at the bottom

They ain't never believe us

I had to overcome my demons

Now i'm overseas huh

This for my all vultures in the trenches

Nigga throw yo v's up

Momma said get a G.E.D

I was thinkin B.T.C

Tryna scam my way

Up out these trenches

I need that G.L.E

I ask my bitch

Do really you love me?

What you see in me?

Jumped in the streets

And made the block hot

3 hunnit degrees

My youngins a hop out

And squeeze on em

I'm tryna put the team on

I done went and copped

This big ol' cuban link

And put vv's on it

You don't bleed how i bleed

You ain't the one i lean on

This for my youngin in the trenches

Go and throw yo ski on

(Hop out and squeeze on em)

(I'm tryna put the team on)

(I done went and copped)

(This big ol' cuban link)

(And put vv's on it)

(You don't bleed how I bleed)

(You ain't the one i lean on)

(This for my youngin in the trenches)

(Go and throw yo ski on)