On BS (feat. 21 Savage)

Yeah, woah, woah, woah

I had to cut some niggas off, they didn't mean me no good

I come from the ghetto, so my trunk is in my hood

She wouldn't wear no panties 'round me even if she could

Gave out plenty spankings till they got it understood

Fuck the nosebleeds, baby, come sit on this wood

If you know it's tension, don't come 'round me like it's good

I got street smarts and you can't get this out no book

I can't right my wrongs, but I can still write these hooks

Oh, time to get exposed

You ain't been from 'round here, nigga, come get off your show

Savage said you pussy and he hit it on the nose

But that board is open, why you actin' like it's closed?

I don't know

Y'all be goin' in and out recessions

The same way that I be goin' in and out of Texas

Or in and out my sessions, or in and out her best friends

Or in and out these courtrooms, my lawyer like: Objection

Yeah, woah, woah

All my bitches Spanish, boricua

Water on my neck, these diamonds came with coral reefer

She from overseas, I had to buy her a new visa

Met your wife in Vegas, but I hit her in Ibiza

She a supermodel, so she only eatin' Caesar

Used to date a rapper, but he acted like a diva

Niggas hustlin' backwards, out here ballin' with the reup

Popped an Adderall, I feel like I can lift a tree up

Seen too many cameras, so I never lift my ski up (yeah)

I jump on your song and make you sound like you the feature

I jump on your song and make a label think they need ya, for real (yeah)

On that bullshit (okay), on that bullshit (okay)

On that bullshit (okay), on that bullshit (okay)

On that bullshit (okay), on that bullshit (okay)

On that bullshit, we on all the bullshit (okay)

On that bullshit (okay), on that bullshit (okay, okay)

On that bullshit (okay), on that bullshit (yeah)

On that bullshit (okay), on that bullshit (okay)

All the bullshit

Damn, maybe I should do a twenty, maybe I should break that twenty, do a ten

Maybe I should break that ten, do a five, then if it gets live, do a five again

If he held his tongue on that live, he'd be alive again, damn

My uncle's sister know she raised a real one, ill one

It's been thirty minutes, I don't feel nothin'

Oh shit, wait a minute, think I'm startin' to feel somethin'

Where you get this motherfuckin' pill from?

Heard they got some sanctions on my name

Heard they plottin' on my name, heard they bankin' on my name

I got Lita in this bitch and he might spank it on a lane

I'm just— what? In the cut, throwin' Franklins on her frame

I'm a— ayy, I'm a gentleman, I'm generous

I blow a half a million on you hoes, I'm a feminist

I never put no prices on no beef until we end this shit

I pay a half a million for his soul, he my nemesis

On that bullshit (okay), on that bullshit (okay)

On that bullshit (okay), on that bullshit (okay)

On that bullshit (okay), on that bullshit (okay)

On that bullshit, we on all the bullshit (okay)

On that bullshit (okay), on that bullshit (okay, okay)

On that bullshit (okay), on that bullshit (yeah)

On that bullshit (okay), on that bullshit (okay)

All the bullshit

Nah, I'm on, it's midnight, I don't care

Nothing's happening on a Wednesday, I don't care, I'm on

I'm looking for the smoke

This guy sitting front row, man, poof, who needs that?

Let me put my window down, I need fresh air

We don't want that, we want bars

The reason why we listen to 21 and The Boy

That's what we do in Paris, we don't do Fashion Week

Fashion Week, it's for the last decade, it's not for us

It's about the lights, the lights that we put on in the city

The lights of the Eiffel Tower

I'm in charge of it, I'm the one who's putting it on every day

And you try to flex next, next to me on the red light with your ugly, whatever, flexing, most expensive car, V12

I drive a four-cylinder, I come from nothing, but I'm doing something, and you cannot catch my drive

As fast as you try to go, you will never catch me, man

There is only one way, and this way I'm driving, nobody can do it

I'm Birdman, that's who I am

In Paris