King Louie - B.O.N. lyrics

Feel like a chopper, bitch
Cause I'm bussin'
My bitches related, they kissin' cousins
My nina be on it
That bitch ain't for nothing
I make her say somethin'
She leave yo' ass open
I'm bout to come back, right now
I'm strapped
Thirty and forty, t-shirt a shorty
Designer and schemes, my wrist on beam
Hundreds on hundreds, MUBU abundant
Foreigns back to back
Haters have asthma attacks
Pull up, pump a nigga
Call it a asthma attack
That 40 gon' always spit
It think it know how to rap
I don't do battle rap
Tell 'em to battle that

Pull up, my roof missing, boy
I'll get you missing
Bein' broke as a joke
That's mission impossible
Got hitters to kill a nigga
The streets really feel a nigga
I'm sorry I fucked yo' bitch
But she really dig a nigga
Louie, he BON, bitch, I'm a big ol' nigga
Hope I don't catch a body
Ride with my double trigger
I don't like the nigga, fonem pop the nigga
No time to fight the nigga
Fonem pop the nigga

Talking broke is foreign
My teeth cost a foreign
Yo' bitch on the horn, tryna shoot a porn
Bitch, I got these bands, bitch
I got these racks
A couple of my niggas, bitch
You gon' do dicks
Make more guap than teachers
I come with a preacher
If you ain't talkin' money
I don't wanna meet ya
I just want one night
I don't wanna keep her
Raised by the dope dealers
I used to have a beeper
I get a lot of bucks, broke is not popular
Quit with that talking stuff, boy
Fore we pop you up shoot down a goofy clown
Hit him with 2-3 rounds
Pull up with cameras out
Like we shoot movies now