BKTHERULA - REVOLVER lyrics
BKTHERULA [Brooklyn Candida Rodriguez] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[BKTHERULA - REVOLVER lyrics]
(What you say, gang?) bK
(What you say, gang?)
TM, TM, yeah, BK shit, you heard?
(What you say, gang?) what?
Fuck ho (Produced by Cre8)
Bitch, it's BK
I ain't worried 'bout bitches
Fuck on your ho, then take off with my riches
Fuck paparazzi, bitch, I don't take pictures
Whole team sippin' purp'
I'm couped up with my niggas
Ridin' 'round, bitch, we got the extension
We ain't fighting, bitch
I got Smith & Wesson
Glock with me nonstop, ain't no pressing
Geeked up, teachin' niggas a lesson
I ain't rapping 'bout my hair being pretty
And that's why all these lil'
Hoes don't fuck with me
Comin' up, bitch, you better fuck with me
AR-15, little bitch, that's a semi
Give your ass a heart attack on Demi
Acting a fool on your block, need an Emmy
Ain't no other doin' it better than me
Shout out my shooters way up in Miami
Shout out my shooters way up on the top
Flock boys, bitch, we riding drop-top
She want the gang, tryna get at my top
At her crib, they all wearin' crop-top
Gas pack, bitch, I don't smoke the drops
What you say, gang?
One to the brain, do the dash
If you ain't 'bout it, lil' ho, I just laugh
Flee the scene, shoot that bitch in her calf
(Skrrt, skrrt, what you say, gang?)
That's a revolver, not a Glock
(What you say, gang?)
This blick is a solver, I don't talk
(What you say, gang?)
I cannot lock her, she a flock
(What you say, gang?)
Got your motherfuckin' mom sayin' it's a bop
(What you say, gang?)
Bitch, it's BK, I ain't worried 'bout bitches
Fuck on your ho, then take off with my riches
Fuck paparazzi, bitch, I don't take pictures
Whole team sippin' purp'
I'm couped up with my niggas
Ridin' 'round, bitch, we got the extension
We ain't fighting, bitch
I got Smith & Wesson
Glock with me nonstop, ain't no pressing
Geeked up, teachin' niggas a lesson
(What you say, gang?)
TM, TM, yeah, BK shit, you heard?
(What you say, gang?) what?
Fuck ho (Produced by Cre8)
Bitch, it's BK
I ain't worried 'bout bitches
Fuck on your ho, then take off with my riches
Fuck paparazzi, bitch, I don't take pictures
Whole team sippin' purp'
I'm couped up with my niggas
Ridin' 'round, bitch, we got the extension
We ain't fighting, bitch
I got Smith & Wesson
Glock with me nonstop, ain't no pressing
Geeked up, teachin' niggas a lesson
I ain't rapping 'bout my hair being pretty
And that's why all these lil'
Hoes don't fuck with me
Comin' up, bitch, you better fuck with me
AR-15, little bitch, that's a semi
Give your ass a heart attack on Demi
Acting a fool on your block, need an Emmy
Ain't no other doin' it better than me
Shout out my shooters way up in Miami
Shout out my shooters way up on the top
Flock boys, bitch, we riding drop-top
She want the gang, tryna get at my top
At her crib, they all wearin' crop-top
Gas pack, bitch, I don't smoke the drops
What you say, gang?
One to the brain, do the dash
If you ain't 'bout it, lil' ho, I just laugh
Flee the scene, shoot that bitch in her calf
(Skrrt, skrrt, what you say, gang?)
That's a revolver, not a Glock
(What you say, gang?)
This blick is a solver, I don't talk
(What you say, gang?)
I cannot lock her, she a flock
(What you say, gang?)
Got your motherfuckin' mom sayin' it's a bop
(What you say, gang?)
Bitch, it's BK, I ain't worried 'bout bitches
Fuck on your ho, then take off with my riches
Fuck paparazzi, bitch, I don't take pictures
Whole team sippin' purp'
I'm couped up with my niggas
Ridin' 'round, bitch, we got the extension
We ain't fighting, bitch
I got Smith & Wesson
Glock with me nonstop, ain't no pressing
Geeked up, teachin' niggas a lesson