BIH NY EZ

Uh, uh, uh, run, n**a

I can't trust a b**h, nine times outta' ten, she let me brother hit

We stand on bih-ny-ez, we get that drop and let that cutter spit

Ayy, I pay for a weave and pay for cheeks, watch, you gon' f**k the b**h

And that p**y got some squeeze, or maybe it's just how that rubber fit

Ayy b**h, I'm jammin' shit, myself in here

This on Z5 soul, I'm really gon' clap shit 'till I'm in the clear

This ain't Looney Tunes, we ain't huntin' for rabbits, really smackin'

February 16th, we the ones that flipped that Acura

Yeah, you hear me?

b**h, I'm psychin' out wit' no designer, I step on shit wit' Jordan's on

We spinnin' shit and lеave it messy, lookin' like a hoardеr home