BOA (Freestyle)

I just spent five on the chain, most of these fuck niggas broke

Oh you just tryna get some trains, bitch, I'm just tryna get you smoked

Hold on, it's tension in the air, I can't step out without my pole

My broski keep tryna catch a soul, I flood my section with the lows

Bae, this ain't from no 9-to-5, I made this off of sellin' bowls

I say the word and niggas die, I got the power like im ghost

My bitch don't know how to sing, but I still make her hit them notes

I'm tryna beat her out the ring, I'm tryna send her through the ropes

And I get a lot of money, and my glicka got a button

And my shawty say she love me, I ain't trippin' off of nothin