Текст песни B5 - Blo

Choppin' shit up like trippy
Y'all let's cook this shit up

Check B5, I'm on the way
I'm finna draw like Michael Jordan, drive it J
I got a bitch and she like other bitches, so this bitch is gay
If I'm a dog, then I'm a stray, say she want dick, she gotta pay
I'm on that shit like Fiddle-Lay
This on business, I don't wanna talk, you just send me the pay
Handle business with the walkie talkie, you speak with Michael Dre

I been down for two days, I took a pill, and it would fade, yeah, yeah, yeah
It was an Aussie by the way, yeah, yeah, yeah
I ride the high ULA, yeah, yeah, yeah
Remember not having no place to stay
Now the house a bigger state
And it's surrounded by a game, yeah, yeah, yeah

I come from the trenches
B.B. on the front of the car, I just ran out a Bentley
Tell 'em about my little shit, but I put the P in Peepee
Hit the block with switches then I spin with Scotty Pimpin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Get out your feelings
I just want to hit one time and I don't want no dealings
I just wanna drive one car and I don't want no ceilings
I told my friends I'm sorry, I went on label to sell my hit
I told my friends I'm sorry, I went on label to sell my millions, I got children

I got one child and it's the hospital who won't smoke
I pass out black in my house
A couple of bitches say they ain't gon' wait
But they just kept me down, okay
Tell, it's gonna be okay
I don't need nothing, I'm straight
Tryin' to leave a prison in the rain, yeah

Check B5, I'm on the way
I'm finna draw like Michael Jordan, drop it J
I got a bitch, and she like other bitches, so these bitches gay
If I'm a dog then I'm a stray, say she want dick she gotta pay
Pop that shit like Fiddle-Lay
This on business, I don't wanna talk, you just send me the pay
Handle business with the walkie talkie, you speak with Michael Dre
I been down for two days, I took a pill, and it would fade