Текст песни BMF - Icewear Vezzo , Rob49
Yeah
Yeah
If
you
trappin'
like
you
say
you
is,
throw
up
your
scale
(bitch
throw
up
your
scale)
I've
been
out
here
blowin'
money
fast,
nigga,
BMF
(yeah,
yeah)
This
ain't
no
Scat
Pack,
this
a
Hellcat
with
your
crazy
self
I'ma
fly
my
bro
back
to
Cali',
get
that
package
mailed
(shit
get
my
package
mailed)
I
just
stuffed
like
two
hunnid
Ps
inside
a
vacuum
seal
(yeah)
My
ho
just
won't
go
to
Miami,
get
her
titties
did
(yeah)
You
ain't
ever
sell
a
hunnid
pack,
nigga
How
the
fuck
you
young
and
lit?
(How
the
fuck
you
young
and
lit?)
You
ain't
never
go
buy
a
bitch
nothin'
How
the
fuck
you
claimin'
pimp?
(Fuck
you
claimin',
pimp?)
How
you
say
it's
good?
Behind
closed
doors,
you
actually
claimin'
smoke
Callin'
it
alone,
my
ho
bald
head,
she
look
like
Doodie
Lo
Call
a
nigga
bluff,
got
killers
with
me,
I
don't
need
no
bodyguard
Call
it
what
you
want,
lil'
nigga
play,
I'ma
put
them
niggas
on
ya
And
I
like
goin'
illegal,
nigga,
and
I
like
fuckin'
beaucoup
bitches
Look
light,
but
I
keep
my
pistol,
I'ma
make
'em
come
creep
up
on
you
Bruce
Lee
how
I
kick
shit,
I'm
a
real
bag
getter,
alright
She
be
tryna
play
hard
to
get,
but
I
know
bro
hit
it
Told
me
believe
it,
but
I
can't
Don't
touch
four,
I
got
some
rank
All
this
money
give
me
power,
whip
the
Trackhawk
like
a
slave,
nigga
If
you
trappin'
like
you
say
you
is,
throw
up
your
scale
(bitch
throw
up
your
scale)
I've
been
out
here
blowin'
money
fast,
nigga,
BMF
(yeah,
yeah)
This
ain't
no
Scat
Pack,
this
a
Hellcat
with
your
crazy
self
I'ma
fly
my
bro
back
to
Cali',
get
that
package
mailed
(shit,
get
my
package
mailed)
I
just
stuffed
like
two
hunnid
Ps
inside
a
vacuum
seal
(yeah)
My
ho
just
won't
go
to
Miami,
get
her
titties
did
(yeah)
You
ain't
ever
sell
a
hunnid
pack,
nigga
How
the
fuck
you
young
and
lit?
(How
the
fuck
you
young
and
lit?)
You
ain't
never
go
buy
a
bitch
nothin'
How
the
fuck
you
claimin'
pimp?
(Fuck
you
claimin',
pimp?)
Pints
of
lean,
that's
three
hundred
Gs,
it
come
off
ice
and
east
Got
a
extra
hunnid
in
that
cutter,
that
bitch
lights
the
trees
Pop
two
sixes,
rollin'
off
them
beans,
it's
where
I
bite
my
teeth
Throw
that
dog
shit
up,
we
ran
all
week
until
it's
time
to
leave
Got
a
extra
brick
right
by
the
store
that
came
from
cookin'
loaves
Pull
it
out
her
mouth
and
bust
a
nut
on
top
her
pussy,
ho
Fetty
way
too
strong,
an
overdose,
and
we
got
off
the
road
Switchy
on
this
bitch,
it
shoot
so
fast,
I
damn
near
lost
control
He
almost
home,
that
mean
that
he
gone,
we
gotta
talk
in
codes
Bro
gon'
spin
around,
flip
that
old
bitch
just
like
he
lost
his
phone
My
lil'
jit'd
rather
take
a
hit
before
he
drank
some
Tris
Busted
out
the
wrapper
in
all
zips,
look
like
a
plate
of
grits
If
you
trappin'
like
you
say
you
is,
throw
up
your
scale
(bitch
throw
up
your
scale)
I've
been
out
here
blowin'
money
fast,
nigga,
BMF
(yeah,
yeah)
This
ain't
no
Scat
Pack,
this
a
Hellcat
with
your
crazy
self
I'ma
fly
my
bro
back
to
Cali',
get
that
package
mailed
(shit,
get
my
package
mailed)
I
just
stuffed
like
two
hunnid
Ps
inside
a
vacuum
seal
(yeah)
My
ho
just
won't
go
to
Miami,
get
her
titties
did
(yeah)
You
ain't
ever
sell
a
hunnid
pack,
nigga
How
the
fuck
you
young
and
lit?
(How
the
fuck
you
young
and
lit?)
You
ain't
never
go
buy
a
bitch
nothin'
How
the
fuck
you
claimin'
pimp?
(Fuck
you
claimin',
pimp?)

1 4GOD II
2 No Love (feat. NoCap)
3 My Hittas (feat. Trippie Redd)
4 Flexing Hard
5 Skeme (feat. G Herbo)
6 Pressure
7 Bentley Mulsanne
8 Woedy
9 Cuz I
10 TRX (feat. Roddy Ricch)
11 Tweakin'
12 Pill Head
13 I Believe You (Lick Me)
14 Shake Sum
15 Staying to Myself
16 BMF
17 Hate It or Love It (with DaBaby)
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