BMT

Lyrics

Yo, BMT, I'm on a big man ting
 I ain't going into clubs without my big hand ting
 Got eleven on my finger that's a big man ring
 Yeah I got a big bag, no bin man ting
 See me jumping in the Porsches with them big back tings
 All I really know for sure is I won't kiss that ting
 Big man ting, my niggas tryna bring straps in
 See them in some big jackets on some Big Shaq ting
 BMT, my Rollie that's a prezzie, not a GMT
 I'm rolling with my black youngsters they're not CMG
 I'm at the block or at the top that's where you're seeing me
 My nigga Stro, serving 3 on 3's out that GLE
 My mummy told me that they're playing me on the BBC
 My youngens always doing shootings on a wheelie spree
 So all they really got is dirt bikes like DBE
 My teacher was a bitch, she never did believe in me
 But now she's looking lost
 'Cause her whole year's wages; that's my booking cost
 Man it feels like it's been ages since I cooked a block
 But that's 'cause I let young niggas jugg it off, we're seeing them
 Turning 18 I went to adult jail, I'm seeing men
 Going in a cell for a 1 on 1 and there's 3 of them
 Still I got it cracking, I'm never feeling wet
 Got a brick off my akhi Khaled, nigga we the best
 Yo, BMT, I'm on a big man ting
 I ain't going into clubs without my big hand ting
 Got eleven on my finger that's a big man ring
 Yeah I got a big bag, no bin man ting
 See me jumping in the Porsches with them big back tings
 All I really know for sure is I won't kiss that ting
 Big man ting, my niggas tryna bring straps in
 See them in some big jackets on some Big Shaq ting
 Yo big man ting, I'm on some big man stuff
 You ain't never bought no bricks
 'Cause that's some big man grub
 I'm in the G-Wagon, vanishing, big man trap
 All my niggas are attracting is them big back sluts
 Yo I'm jiggy jiggy with it, I'm busy busy with it
 My nigga he gets lizzy with it, now we're on a prison visit
 Bumbaclart, man has some pretty girls scratching up my foreign car
 Yo that's a problem darg
 But yo, big man ting
 All I'm hearing these days is can you bring man in
 I was trapping all night and you weren't with that ting
 You was outside raving on some wingman ting
 Little silly pricks, and I got pretty chicks tryna send me images
 Tryna make me finish with the missus
 But I ain't gonna finish with the missus she's the realest
 Just come and buss it open once you're finished with the dishes
 Yo, BMT, I'm on a big man ting
 I ain't going into clubs without my big hand ting
 Got eleven on my finger that's a big man ring
 Yeah I got a big bag, no bin man ting
 See me jumping in the Porsches with them big back tings
 All I really know for sure is I won't kiss that ting
 Big man ting, my niggas tryna bring straps in
 See them in some big jackets on some Big Shaq ting
 

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Duration
02:51
Key
1
Tempo
121 BPM

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