Shawn Chrystopher - BYD lyrics

rate me

feat. Buddy

Walked in like this motherfucker

Shine hard like daytime, I’m in the game, you play time

I’m in the house like pan hood, you niggas do it like faze on

Talk shit is not faze on, don’t give a fuck but no hate time

See, I’m Rain Man and Payton, six foes and day times

My bitch, she hate shine, that’s why niggas hate time

You bitch niggas need to save odds, on bending knees start praying arms

I beat the beat up eight arms, die for my hood, drive on

And I’m in the game like holla, war my niggas, don’t roll up

Hit up by five hoes pretending them gonna show up

She gave me good head ‘cause she know I’m a baller

If a friend cut her off, she told that bitch go

Nigga, I sell out shows, snatching up random hoes

Taking them back to my crib and we get in for sure

Yeah, bag the truth for my bros yeah, that’s that Westside, Westside

It’s working that best side, best side, if you fucking with me let’s ride, let’s ride

No, I don’t fuck with ripe bitches ‘cause they got too much ass

And I don’t fuck with these models ‘cause they got too much relax

So who do I fuck, who do I trust to not sell my baby pictures for a Benz and some dust

And my ex, I fucking hate you, hope you die slow, why foe?

‘Cause I know that you’s a hoe so turns right for rock O and fuck 5 0

It’s taking 8 gun shit

And they mad ‘cause their daughters want that black young dick and all their girls be like

BUDDY I can put your BYD on me because I’m looking for a guy that can supply all that I need

And I be like me? Hmm, well let me question, does she want me for my mind

Or is it all ‘cause of my profession

I’m guessing that in due time I’ll stumble upon a confession

No stressing ‘cause if I grind then she’ll wind up all in my section

No question, ‘cause a nigga like me with a girl like her

With a booty like that it means I’mma sip the cup and smack it

Then we’ll hit the cup back to back to back

Until she finally has to tap and then after that I’ll probably hit the …

Because she had a fantastic rack and I supplied the crack

See, she had a man so I hit the G, she’s outside, looking around so she find that shit

She a lab rat, you can have her back

No, I ain’t having that, I ain’t even tripping on it

I know how to handle that, I’m about to pick up the phone, hit on to home

Girl straight from the dirty south, she’ll bring two Ls and a little cool J

‘Cause momma said knock you out

No, I don’t fuck with ripe bitches ‘cause they got too much ass

And I don’t fuck with these models ‘cause they got too much relax

So who do I fuck, who do I trust to not sell my baby pictures for a Benz and some dust

And my ex, I fucking hate you, hope you die slow, why foe?

‘Cause I know that you’s a hoe so turns right for rock O and fuck 5 0

It’s taking 8 gun shit

And they mad ‘cause their daughters want that black young dick

BYD