Young Dreek, Cashtalk - BFPL Lyrics

I can't fuck with no hater
Bank first play later

I'm in the trap serving customers
Just like I'm ah waiter

Got that igloo around my neck
May turn you hoe into a skater

And my finger keep on itching
Put that money over them bitches

Only recipe I know
Is whipping up a chicken

Bout that bread like a biscuit
Throw that money like a frisbee

Man your main hoe see keep looking
You about to get here took'n

Real westside veteran
Came a long way from a rookie

Real Nigga from Atlanta tho
Aye free snoop

I met him in west lake along time ago
The 1st song we did was Cantelope

If being broke is a disease
Then 100 bands is the antidote

Ima stoner I can handle smoke
That AR15 with telescope

Knock the fur your bubble coat
These broke and they selling hope
I told the feds all I do is rap

They think I'm selling dope
You bought a Rollie
But want let it show

You with freak
And you want let her hoe
Hit a lic then I'm laying low

I'm bout my Scrilla
Gotta get it bro
One call I get you hit

Boy they calling me the commando
I can't fuck with no hater
Bank first play later

I'm in the trap serving customers
Just like I'm a waiter
Got that igloo around my neck

May turn you hoe into a skater
And my finger keep on itching
Put that money over them bitches

Only recipe I know
Is whipping up a chicken
Bout my bread like a biscuit

Throw that money like a frisbee
Man your main hoe see keep looking
You about to get here took'n

Real Westside Veteran
Came A long From A Rookie

Real Zone 3 nigga
I can't help flex
And i can't never save no hoe

Ain got no S on my chest
I come straight up out the trench
Bitch I learned from the best

Just I tough that F&N
So it can burn though vest
I shot with precision

I got stick don't do no missing
I got lean all on my kidney
Ain got no legs can't do no kicking

Suspect can't be no victim
Shot shit up no witnesses

Shot shit from long distance
60' s shots cause my nigga crip'n

Police hit the block
Keep your mouth close

We promote silence
Pull up on my block
Thinking shit sweet

We promote Violence

We don't play the radio
But we'll play you like violin

Nigga talking bout us
Them nigga Pussy
Bitch I'm 5 in

I can't fuck with no hater

Bank first play later
I'm in the trap serving customers
Just like I'm a waiter

Got that igloo around my neck
May turn you hoe into a skater
And my finger keep on itching

Put that money over them bitches
Only recipe I know

Is whipping up a chicken
Bout my bread like a biscuit
Throw that money like a frisbee

Man your main hoe see keep looking

You about to get here took'n
Real westside veteran
Came a long way from a rookie