Lyrics BNF - LOWFi, Jayy Grams, Von Wilda

BNF

Let me tell you ‘bout some shit
Look, I was bored as shit, like
So I’m in the stu', was stealin'
I got a book bag on and the lil' ass was stealin' everything
My book bag was full as shit
I watched her steal on a watch, me puttin' shit back
Hahaha
Soon as I hop over the fence
Like as soon as my feet touch the ground, nigga, my bag
Damn, you throwin' something back
Mmm
Damn
I’m a young dude not livin' foul
But know some niggas if you outta pocket, nigga
Rigamortis, set in to your body now
James Harden sorta like the Rockets, nigga
I don’t wanna whip inside the pop, my nigga
I’m a rappin' kid with a lotta stigma
Never really ever had a father figure
Givin' shit to kiddies, that’s a lotta litter
That’s a lotta litter
It’s a lot of niggas
That’s just tryna stick me
For my fuckin' paper
Niggas actin' like they loose
No, we don’t fuck with goofies
Quick to catch a fade like tapers
Know how we rockin'
Ask how we ball
Say Lavar mixed with Stockton
LOWFi the movement
You know how we comin'
Peep how we groove
You can tell it’s no stoppin'
'Til bodies is droppin'
People say they love me
They try to welcome me with open hearts
Bitch, where the hell were you when I dropped soulful thoughts?
Probably flunkin' art
Gassed stinkin' like a potent fart
I push a flow like carts
And you know this be LOWFi, ayy
We some go getters and so fire, ayy
You pussy niggas can go die, ayy
Fixed the game up with no plies, nigga
Question on how we gon' fix the game up
Nigga, what?
Is you insane?
Tryna keep my cool
Pressure on the brain
Tryna keep it true
Fuck that, sell this ‘caine
Fuck goin' to school
I just need the pay
Do it after school
Fuck that anyway
I’ma stick to rappin'
We rockin' on stage
I feel just like a captain
I know that you actors
Like little Manhattan
Get lost in the city for real
Lost in my heart, it’s straight madness
You know how shit happen
But yeah, it get gritty for real
I’m hopin' that shit gon' get pretty from here
If it doesn’t, I don’t give a fuck
I’ll just be choppin' onions
‘Cause I’m used to nothin'
I know they bluffin'
I just keep it a stack
And you still be frontin'
Think they up to something'
Chop ya body then I keep half of it
Take a knee, call a nigga Kaepernick
Fuck my ex, gave her that bastard dick
Pass the fifth, askin' do pasts exist?
Mad and quick to shift to this rappin' shit
After this, might head to the lab and spit
Add a bitch, I grabbed her clit
‘Cause you know my Jake long, I’m a dragon, bitch
And no, this ain’t a song ‘cause I’m mad, lil' bitch
But how you just gon' hop on my wagon, bitch?
I’m from Murderland, so I’m draggin', bitch
Got the beat, keep switchin' like a—
K-K-Know we comin' heavy with the cannons, bitch
Fire a nigga, McMahon on some savage shit
This nigga Jay just got me in my bag and shit
So I’ma bust it if a nigga lack a grip
Back with the raps
Back with the same little niggas with MACs
They come back with missiles
That’s strapped ‘round the chest
Swear it’s not for the flex
These boys do this for rec'
Only time these boys stretch
When they lay niggas flat
Jump to assumptions
It’s end of discussion
Pack a punch
That bitch as hot as an oven
So if he act crazy
Start losin' his bonkers
Chef Curry with me
Who gon' heat up his muffin?
Like a bakery, yo
I don’t fuck with many rappers ‘cause they fake to me, bro
You know I like to spit the lyrics, now I’m gracin' the flow
Spit an eight-bar, nigga, got an eight in the hole
Got the world up on my shoulders, hella weight on me so
I try to orchestrate a scheme to penetrate through your soul
And now I’m at the possession, you see, I’m facin' my goals
Collect the spirit, got a Tommy pointin' straight at ya nose
Because it’s the Fresh Prince of B-More
Where you hear less and you see more
You can try me but them goons a prolly
Leave your body inside the sea floor
‘Cause you ain’t from ‘round over East
You ain’t from ‘round over West
You ain’t from ‘round over South
LOWFi niggas, know that we the best
Be straight, I see the regular boys
I’m like yeah, we can probably bust them up
Big ideas, guns, we ain’t worried about it, we can bust them up
So everybody’s still wife for us, somebody get down
So I’m like oh shit, na’mean?
So next thing you know, I, when I’m runnin'
I look back, soon as I look back
There be a green laser, hit like in the middle of my shit
What?
I swear, I swear to God the nigga, I put this on God
I swear to God it look like that nigga rode out of the wood
Yo, yo, this nigga had a green military suit on
Somethin' like fuckin' Modern Warfare 3 shit
That was crazy
And a AR15, just pointin' that shit at you, yo