Lyrics BMT! - JPEGMAFIA

BMT!

Sad
Uh, back in this bitch with a C in the case
All in the gram but don’t be in my face
Gotta keep goin', I don’t see all the hate
You know how I do it, I see what you make
Stop it, wait
How I got these niggas runnin' in place
spittin' with that gun in your face
Packin' the MAC to the back of the gate
Everything you had, I actually made
You really on Twitter but bitches you actually ain’t
Nobody’s guards can keep you safe
Out to the wolves, I don’t need no plate
Fuck my sergeants, fuck your bags
Fuck that harness, fuck them planes
Fuck the music, fuck them chains
Fuck your videos, fuck your face
Everything that y’all do is fake
Everything that I do get hate
Out to the wolves, I don’t need no plate
My bulldogs gon' eat your face
Yeah, that shit don’t make me feel no type of way (Nah)
All in your city get no type of hate (None)
All M30s sound fake, aye
Niggas get shot everyday, b
I can’t your face
See this price, make him pay (Rap)
I just want the hate (Hate)
I just want your place (Place)
I gave it up to God (Cake)
And God gave me this cake
Made me shake, wait
I’m tired of dodging fate (I can’t)
It’s so many niggas I hate (I hate)
It’s so many these niggas (I can’t)
I can’t
Fuck
Uh, back in this bitch with a C in a case
All in the gram but don’t be in my face
Gotta keep goin'
You know how I do it, seein' what you makin'
Stop it, wait
How I got these niggas runnin' in place
spittin' with that gun in your face
Packin' the MAC to the back of the gate
Everything you had, I actually made
You really on Twitter but bitches you actually ain’t
Nobody’s guards can keep you safe
Out to the wolves, I don’t need no plate