BET - The Instabooth lyrics

What it-what it exactly are we doin?
Don't play yourself
Reward yourself and tune in to
The 2017 BET Hip Hop
Award hosted by me: DJ Khaled and Dade County
Miami 305, big Tigger, salute
I know you did it last year
But this one is another one

We keep it hype, never calm
Green carpet flow at the BET hip awards and
It's powered by Nissan
Big Tigger off the top, it's what we do
Everybody in Hip Hop, please stop through!
BET instabooth LIVE from the
Carpet that's green
Hip Hop Awards twenty seventeen
Turn around say "Oh my god, look at the host
My man Khaled & Mr asahd" (ay)

So-so
I did this last year right? But now I'm
Doing it this year with my son, hold on

From the heart of Kingston
From the ice of Alaska
Buffalo soldier, hardcore Rasta
I'm the original and the imposter
Returning to make it, with or without ya
New waters go well! steppin' in yo! Pull up!

Okay, I'm in the Instabooth and
I'm spittin' with Tigger
A lot of girls out here
But I'm lookin' for SZA
Last year was litty but, this year is litter
BET like Kanye, it just came back bigger
(whoa) i used to be a cane crack flipper
But, now I'm at award shows and
All my old broads know rIP to hugh hef-
I'm feelin' like Play Boy carti
Tigger, introduce me to Cardi (hah)
If not her, I'll take meeting with Barbie
Nicki at least we ain't talking 'bout Iggy

Yeah, I don't get to nap
What you do for a living? My business, rap
I'm out of town all the time
Let me know if you can get with that
5 minutes flat, I bag an ounce up
I was in the trap
Funny that the ones that was closest
Don't even give me dap
You claim you want me
That's something that you just gotta prove
'lotta jewels
Gucci uniforms like it's private school
Crazy we wearing these red bottoms
Then brought 'em out the blue
Young rich nigga, prolly find me with Stella
Got a groove feel like I got her so now
I gotta follow through
She telling me "if we was together
I have to follow rules"
I'ma see you, when I'ma see you
I make a lot of moves
I don't need you, but I might keep you
What do I gotta prove?

Like a ghost, I float
That's my style, Bre-Z step out no-
Problem, I got 'em, they go wild
Still a hater, I try to paint 'em a picture
I'm like "How?"
I'm litty in Miami, my nigga
That's right now!
She on- TV screens and BET, Aventador so 3D
Y'all see me lean
Hold up bre say less, I always say that
But, if I gotta speak my
Mind they gon' say "Ah"
I heard these bitches fuckin'
For a lil position and I won't say no names
But I swear that I don't miss 'em
I swear that shit was lame and
I prolly should'nt ah did it
But, she cried about a nigga over liquor
So I hid it

Put this outfit on
Knowin' that Trump might curse me
But, I still black out in
This all black Kaep' jersey
Listen, I don't think you heard me
I black out in this
All black Kaepernick jersey
And for the sake of being free
Why don't we all stand with Kaepernick
And just take a knee? So we can reverse the
Pattern of police brutality
Cause black lives matter (yah)

Ya girl all over my magic wand
I rap like I'm chef Raekwon
They like "What is Fergy Ferg on?"
I'm the don drinking the Cris
Poppin' ya chick, she all on my (uh)
I'm all on her clit
Look at my clique, that A$AP shit
Uh, A S A P, F E R G
Big Tigger, I'm jigga, and you know me, D
(ay)

Lamborghini dreams, bitch I mean what I say
Do it for a purpose, you just her by mistake
Put that lobster over here by that stake
If you lookin' for some hens
I got ten on the way
I ain't fuckin' with these niggas
I'm an industry virgin
Penitentiary flows, reinventin' the show
Listen to these niggas ventin' they soul
Getting in they holes
Fuck a dead broad and leave
That bitch in the cold (whoa)
I'm too used to doin' shit that I do
You niggas get up off my dick
About that auto and tune
All I do if give shit in the booth
Niggas don't make sense
So I ain't tryna do this shit for the loose
Look, if it don't make dollas
Don't make sense
And if it don't make ya holla
Then it won't pay rent

So we here, meet the flock
Yeah, everybody with the Glock

Woop! Flocka home
The kids misdirected and the cops'll roam
Man, they rattin' on each other
Then they back at home
Actin' like it neva happened, back stabbin'
(whoa)
What's next? Another rapper dead, no flex
I'm goin' at they head, who the best?
Cut the check closed mouth neva get fed
Take the food off yo plate
Chew it in yo face, motha fucka
I can't hear ya shit, moment of silence
Condonin' the violence if you
Proposing to rise it they fan base mad I
Killed they favorite rapper fuck it
I'm still they favorite
Trapper's favorite trapper fuck freestyles
Kill 'em with this written rhyme
And all these coke head niggas
Better get in line
No subliminals, I'm direct hittin' 'em
Yo clique is soft
Tell yo "kick it with a boss"

Yo, I got the world saying "Skrrr, pop pop"
Yeah, I did that me, I never slack
You see my jacket? It's all black!
Skiddy ya, pop, kudu koom, boom!
Yo, that's the sound that I do
I don't sing, I just link
See my ring? I bling bling
Oh! I just killed this
Ya done know, milk this
I like girls with big urgh!
Feugh, neugh, eugh, bugh! Ya done know
Ya just grow
Yo, under my hat, there's no Afro

Damn, a part of 50 central for that ass
We pullin' up here & we got a lot of cash
Wait, not yet 'cause we ain't
Get all our checks
But, we still here on the green carpet!

Look! Boy, I'm flyer than a witches broom
Got so many carrots, I'm a loony toon
Beat hella cray, that's a loony tune
Ain't no Big Sean, but I got the moves

50 central, no stutter in my step
Money owe me like that nigga lost a bet
Can't wait to blow her back, she blanking
Burn these hoes in my pocket
Cash speed and lighting up
I'm on a 50central rocket
Riding shotgun on the short bus?
Ain't none wrong with the short bus
We be up here in the short bus
And you heard us i don't write lines
I just spit it off the dome
That pen and pad my enemies
We don't get along

I'm like Hova, when he was Jay-Z
I'm big in his prime, it's poetry
Bigger than rhyme, I'm bigger than crime
I figured, all the real
Niggas who listen rhymes
In time the only name y'all
Gon' mention is mine my shit is divine
Entwined with henchmen and the grind
Con, then lynch men over dimes
Let me remind- all y'all
I lynch men over rhymes, so when you
Spittin' don't go over that line, soldier

Now, you should see they faces when
I pull up in my car
A lot of niggas hatin' and
Bitches startin' in awe
Let them niggas hate, if they armed
Then it's on them niggas got more than
Balls and they drawls
Straight from the porches
Now we getting gorgeous-
Women to endorse us
You know we gotta get it on
I'm here with Tigger, my nigga
Know that we tryna get bigger
Shout out JCole, my dog
You know what's goin' on that BET
You know you see these niggas in streets
You know we goin' off the top
You know how we rock
Yeah, I got my dog from the block

I got a record deal
My label don't like it when I hang out
That let me know that they ain't
Know me 'fore I came out kevin Laws
I know it's a risk to have these chains off
But, I'm that same- that'll
Knock a- brains out
Ex b- run off with a rollie
Hope, she make it strech
I could'a killed her lil dirty ungrateful ass
But, I'm more mad myself for tryna date a rat
Plus, I get thirty for a show so
I'ma make it back
Used to order Wendy's fries
Bring a shake with that
Now it's Benihana rice
Put some stake on that
The Mustang used to always run outta gas
Now, I'm in that wraith
Touch the paint and it's a body bag

Rap quitter, knack of the sack, nigga
Who blizzards this rap
Bigger than men of a pack
Grin to the top of the gat, grip
And I'm busting up wack niggas
Tarter or plaque, nigga? What do you choose?
Simply irrelevant, ehm, cynical, evident
Please, wrestling evidence, keys
Moving when definite
Sole goals for the president
Bleed red for the government, he's (ahhahaha)

I don't drink, I don't smoke i stay sober
That mean they don't work for you
I just lied, I be on them percys, too
You know how I'm goin' coming from the dome
If you call yourself "King" I'm
Coming for the throne
Waited my whole life to get in
The booth with big Tigger
I wear a jacket, Versace with a big zipper
I'm fly as hell, I'm feeling like a turbine
And I bag ya chick
'cause I'm handsome and my words fine
Yeah, comin' from the top of the head
Stay on top of that money
On top of the bread
And they hammer right here on me
On top of the leg
With ya shorty tiltin' right on
Top of the bed