PLACEMENT (feat. Matt OX) - Bktherula

Thank you No brick, I gotta get point Ayy This shit ain't cheap (cheap) Nigga, this shit ain't sweet (sweet) She mad her nigga ain't me (ain't me) He soft, that nigga ain't street, ugh Who want beef? (Beef) Got bread, got lettuce, got cheese (got cheese) OG's only smoke OG (yeah) Fuck your blunt, that shit ain't weed, ugh Your shit ain't hot, it's cold (it's cold) That bitch ain't new, she old (she old) That nigga ain't rich, he broke (he broke) Not feelin' it, no My shit ain't clean (clean) It's dirty (dirty), she dirty (dirty) She's thirsty (thirsty), reversed it (reversed it) She twerkin' (twerkin'), she perfect, ayy This shit ain't cheap (cheap) Nigga, this shit ain't sweet (sweet) She mad her nigga ain't me (ain't me) He soft, that nigga ain't street, ugh Who want beef? (Beef) Got bread, got lettuce, got cheese (got cheese) OG's only smoke OG (yeah) Fuck your blunt, that shit ain't weed, ugh I'm 'bout to roll this motherfuckin' blunt All of these hoes keep hittin' me up We mixin' potions down in the dungeon All of this money still never enough Hold up, got my doors up Rolls up, put the window up Hop in the Rover, no, I don't know ya Diamonds get colder, my neck on frozen I got my own bucks, no, I don't owe ya These boys don't know nothin', and I been told ya I'ma catch blow up, blow up, blow up Your pockets gettin' lower, lower, lower Boy, I been told ya, I get my dough up That boy a folder, no, he don't know us Your money move slower, you gotta get closer You burn like a toaster, hop out the Rolls, skrrt I'ma just go first, ain't no hearse I don't know her but she got posters She want me to post her, she want me to go flirt But I know she just want cash up in her purse, ayy This shit ain't cheap (cheap) Nigga, this shit ain't sweet (sweet) She mad her nigga ain't me (ain't me) He soft, that nigga ain't street, ugh Who want beef? (Beef) Got bread, got lettuce, got cheese (got cheese) OG's only smoke OG (yeah) Fuck your blunt, that shit ain't weed, ugh I'm 'bout to roll this motherfuckin' blunt All of these hoes keep hittin' me up We mixin' potions down in the dungeon All of this money still never enough I'm 'bout to roll this motherfuckin' blunt All of these hoes keep hittin' me up We mixin' potions down in the dungeon All of this money still never enough Brick, shut the f- up

Uh, yeah (The Loosie Man) OX stars (Wake up, F1lthy) Yeah, yeah Wake up, F1lthy Stayin' down with my day ones Yeah, yeah (yeah) I just wanna flex up (what? Yeah) I just wanna count them racks up (I just, flex, yeah) Stayin' around with my day ones (stayin' around with my day ones) Hella chicks, I bag for fun (hella chicks, I bag for fun) Yes, that was my childhood (yeah, what?) Just to make it out the hood, yeah (just to make it out the hood) So my family livin' good (so my family livin' good) Gettin' paid is in my blood (gettin' paid is in my blood) I was playin' tag with the blue hunnids (blue hunnids) I was playin' tag with the blue hunnids (yeah) Yeah, Louis, Gucci, I be stuntin' (yeah) That's for all my teachers that said I won't be nothin' Blue racks in my jeans (yeah) Blue racks in my jeans (wow) Blue racks in my jeans (yeah) Blue racks in my jeans (my jeans) Blue racks in my jeans (wow) Blue racks in my jeans (my jeans) Blue racks in my jeans (yeah) Blue racks in my jeans (yeah) Drippin' in sauce We run this block OX and squad That be E Mob (yeah) I don't gotta talk too much Let the money talk for us I don't like to talk to y'all Unless y'all talkin' money talk Ooh, Margiela my shoe and my waist (ooh, yeah) Ooh, I just put you in your place (ooh, yeah) Ooh, vroom vroom, let's race (skrrt) Get out my face (yeah, huh) Pull up and race in a Wraith (yeah, huh) Hunnids, that's all in my bank (my bank, yeah) Margiela, I'll stay (I'll stay, woah) Hunnids in my safe (my safe) Blue racks in my jeans (yeah) Blue racks in my jeans (yeah, yeah) Blue racks in my jeans (let's get it) Blue racks in my jeans (it's lit) Blue racks in my jeans (oh wow) Blue racks in my jeans (my jeans) Blue racks in my jeans (blue racks) Blue racks in my jeans (blue racks) Yeah, what? Blue racks Blue racks Blue racks in my jeans Blue racks in my jeans

You know what I'm 'bout, yeah, you know when I'm around I ain't got no diamonds, that's why they tryna bring me down Know it's going down, yeah, you know it's going down Going down, going down, going down Ridin' round (woo, woo) Ridin' round (woo, woo) Ridin' round (woo, woo) Ridin' round (woo, woo) Sippin' on lean, eyes red, high as shit Ooh, I'm faded, I poured up a brick I got some ice on my wrist Had to go Ricky my fit Walkin' 'em down, I'm legit I'm tryna get to that bag, take care of my momma Take care of my bitch When I be shoppin' at Saks, don't even look, just get me that shit I'm finna get in that bag, I put on my mask and hit me a lick Y'all niggas goin' out sad because of a hoe, we been had a bitch AK with that strap, it's gon' hit, I can't miss You know what I'm 'bout, yeah, you know when I'm around I ain't got no diamonds, that's why they tryna bring me down Know it's going down, yeah, you know it's going down Going down, going down, going down Ridin' round (woo, woo) Ridin' round (woo, woo) Ridin' round (woo, woo) Ridin' round (woo, woo) Damn, she just want to fuck, that's the reason she comin' around Pour my pain in double cups That's the only thing that keep me smilin' Niggas tryna hop up on a wave, they can't swim, they drown Left LA, move to MIA, I feel like I'm Tony I got no time to argue with no broke ass nigga, my gun do the talkin' (my gun do the talkin') She tryna fuck on the first night, she don't do that often I be hittin', it smell like a virgin Niggas plottin' on me, they be lurkin' She know I'm double-strapped up like I'm Persian I popped another pill but it ain't workin' You know what I'm 'bout, yeah, you know when I'm around I ain't got no diamonds, that's why they tryna bring me down Know it's going down, yeah, you know it's going down Going down, going down, going down Ridin' round (woo, woo) Ridin' round (woo, woo) Ridin' round (woo, woo) Ridin' round (woo, woo)

I'm in the coupe sipping Faygo Boo'd up with your side and your main ho We on the run in the top and you bang low Got shot up, giving halos You don't fuck with me, why you saying 'hey' though? (yeah) Doubted a nigga, now I'm seeing fade slow I want a clique, nigga twenty six I want the cheese, nigga, fuck a brick I wanna live in the Hills, nigga, fuck a bitch I will not slip over, took a blick Was just talking shit, now they on my dick Getting too rich to be hitting licks, yeah, yeah Getting too rich to be hitting licks Getting too high, we shoot out the roof Tripping in broad day like I'm boof Hit up thirty seven, TMG its cool Cemetery then its flying, its the truth CD on my back Bitch, I keep a stack Bitch, I keep a- huh, what? Bitch, I keep a rack... On me, yeah Yeah, yeah BK, shit I'm in the coupe sipping Faygo Wе on the run in the top and you bang low You don't fuck with me, why you saying, "Hеy," though? Doubted a nigga, now I'm seeing fade slow I'm, I'm in the coupe sipping Faygo We on the run in the top and you bang low You don't fuck with me, why you saying, "Hey," though? Doubted a nigga, now I'm seeing fade slow I'm in the coupe sipping Faygo We on the run in the top and you bang low You don't fuck with me, why you saying, "Hey," though? Doubted a nigga, now I'm seeing fade slow

Mars, uh And I know these niggas mad as fuck (go, go) Bitch, I'm in the trap with TM, we throw it up (TM) Pour a four while my nigga throw it up (pour a four) And, bitch, I'm off the good tens, I might just throw it up (bitch, I'm off that dope for real) These niggas ain't got no swag for real (niggas ain't got no swag) And I ain't no lil' baby but bitch, I'm in my bag for real (I'm in my fuckin' bag, bitch) High as fuck, got jet lag for real (I got jet lag, bitch) This MAC-11 come with a 32 mag, for real (Mars) (yeah, yeah) And me and that nigga geeked, we be tweakin' together (oh yeah, oh yeah) And I sure is rockin' hoodies in this damn hot-ass weather That nigga just like me, I ain't know I had a tether Ain't no nigga totin' like me, yo' shit light as a feather I don't wanna work with you, don't care, that's cool (go, go) Singin' my heart out on this mic right on this fucking stool (yeah, yeah) No internet, lil' bitch, beef with this fuckin' tool And I don't gotta show my ass, lil' hoe, to flex on you (hell nah) Santana, I'ma flex on you (I'ma flex on you) And I ain't gotta shake my ass, lil' hoe, to flex on you, you (oh yeah, oh yeah) Kaine with the glizzy, I'ma handle you (go, go) Bitch, these VVS' on my neck wet like a fucking pool (go) (Mars) And I know these niggas mad as fuck (go, go) Bitch, I'm in the trap with TM, we throw it up (TM) Pour a four while my nigga throw it up (pour a four) And, bitch, I'm off the good tens, I might just throw it up (bitch, I'm off that dope for real) These niggas ain't got no swag for real (niggas ain't got no swag) And I ain't no lil' baby but bitch, I'm in my bag for real (I'm in my fuckin' bag, bitch) High as fuck, got jet lag for real (I got jet lag, bitch) This MAC-11 come with a 32 mag, for real (Mars) (yeah, yeah) This MAC-11 come with a 32 mag, for real And I ain't no lil' baby but bitch, I'm in my bag for real

(Simmyauto) Huh, and I would've gave you forever Huh, and I would've gave you forever Huh, and I would've gave you forever Yeah, yeah, she shakin' that shit she just like an earthquake Huh, huh, I know they say, "Never say never" But I couldn't be a hoe like you, I could never He said he couldn't meet a nigga like me, he could never It's hard to stay loyal to you when she looking at me in that way It's hard to not think about the way I touched you that night, you remember Blocked me on her page and now she wan' post on IG, she is clever Huh, hit her on a burner, I'm in Atlanta, pull up to the river You the spirit of Jezebel, but girl you wasn't my tether I was givin' my all to you, you cold, I give you my sweater Took you to a ball or two, and baby, you fit in a slipper Ho, I'm doin' my all for you, and you was just lettin' us wither And one thing I know, my money is small for you, so you better catch you a gripper (damn-damn-damn, huh) Somebody heard for right I'm Rula Santana tonight I'm wearin' Rick Owens tonight, yeah I'm countin' them bands tonight, yeah That hoe make it rain tonight, yeah I'm gettin' a tan today I'm gettin' some drinks tonight Yeah, I'm rockin' some minx tonight Huh, I'm rockin' some minx tonight I'm gettin' a tan today I'm rockin' some minx tonight Huh, I'm rockin' some minx tonight I'm gettin' a tan today I'm rockin' some minx tonight Huh, and I would've gave you forever Huh, and I would've gave you forever Huh, and I would've gave you forever Yeah, yeah, she shakin' that shit she just like an earthquake Yeah, lil' shawty wan' fuck on the gang when she see us hop out that Jeep Damn, this hoe want my last name but I'm finna pass this freak (uh-uh) Yeah, she tryna get on my mind, I lock the door and pass the key (uh-uh) Yeah, I told the hoe one time that she'll never find another like me, yeah Yeah, my bitch too bad, I might make her my accessory (uh-uh) My mama say I rock like too much black, I might need me an exorcist (uh-uh) Diamonds shine forever, bitch If it's time, I'm ready And I might turn her on, no other shit Think this hoe heaven sent Uh, uh Meet a nigga like me, she could never (yeah) Be a nigga like you, I could never I'm with the gang nigga, forever (yeah) Gettin' fresh, nigga, forever (uh) Top floor but we on the fifth level (uh) Gettin' cash forever (uh) Fuckin' hoes forever (uh) Huh, and I would've gave you forever Huh, and I would've gave you forever Huh, and I would've gave you forever Yeah, yeah, she shakin' that shit she just like an earthquake Huh, huh, I know they say, "Never say never" But I couldn't be a hoe like you, I could never He said he couldn't meet a nigga like me, he could never It's hard to stay loyal to you when she looking at me in that way Yeah, meet a nigga like me, you could never (yeah) Yeah (yeah shawty, talk to 'em), meet a nigga like me, you could never (yeah) Yeah (yeah shawty, talk to 'em), meet a bitch like her, I might never (yeah) Yeah, shawty ridin', forever

Hahaha Son that ho out in front of big brother (yeah) It's THERULA, Santana, no other (BK) .556 toast you, smothered and covered (slatt) Give no fucks so we shoot at your mother You ain't Cupid, ho, I ain't your lover (ha) In the bag lethal weapon, Danny Glover (yeah) I slit throat 'cause I like when they suffer I'm 100, bitch, I ain't no bluffer (bitch) Oh, you totin'? Show me what it do (show me what it do) F&N to your dome, doo-doo-doo Look what Santana-na make her do (yeah) Said she love me, bitch, I know you do (Santana-na) Hoes on me and bitch so is the tool (shit) Link with you? Hahaha, you a fool Diamonds look like my hunnids, they blue (slatt) 30 round make a period pool (bitch) High as fuck, I ain't paranoid (yeah) Brunette ho, I call her Cher Lloyd (damn) In the back, we totin' them toys (bitch) Hit a lick, run off on them boys Yeah, reload the clip and you melee Bitch tried to finesse me and stay late (ha) That's the lick to the left of the ga-ate And I don't wanna flick up, I'm straight (what?) With the gang, pour the Wock' in the Faygo (uh-huh) Man, get off, told her leggo my Eggo (uh-huh) I am K on a nigga, he K.O. (what?) High as fuck, I think I grew a halo (bitch) I'm THERULA, whatever I say so .223 make a ho do the dab, Ayo, Teo Got a snow in the back sniffin' yayo (huh) And that bitch off the boof, Galileo (bitch) Yeah, your shit counterfeit (fuck) CD, slap my shit (shit) Love DG, that's it Fuck that ho like-, shh Bitch, shut your fuckin' lips (fuck) Hollow, hollow fuckin' tips (bitch) Run that, racks, I'm rich Ayy, run that bag, bitch (Man, fuck Andruuw) Fuckin' on me, I thought I was your lock How you scared of the trap but flexin' a Glock? Beef with his man, what the fuck is a rock? And my time is like money, ain't wastin' tick tock (yeah) You ain't TM, what you throwin' that up for? I said, "Let's play a game," I be shootin' the block (BK) Bitch, you ain't gang, why the fuck you act tough for? Teach that nigga a lesson with a rock and a sock (gang) Kaine and Tay-K, nigga, you a house nigga What the fuck you gon' do if I say, "Pull the trigger"? Hatin' on me 'cause my guala way bigger Oh, your gang a facade? Nigga, I figured Ru-ru-run that shit back, but I ain't talkin' Turbo She want me for my racks 'cause that bitch a gold digger (bitch) Stop coppin' airsoft, lil' ho, save the turtles Put that fire to his face, turn his ass to a singer, dead Your shit counterfeit (your shit, what?) CD, slap my shit (CD, huh) Love DG, that's it (what?) Fuck that ho like-, shh Bitch, shut your fuckin' lips (yeah) Hollow, hollow fuckin' tips (yeah) Run that, racks, I'm rich Ayy, run that bag, bitch (Man, fuck Andruuw) Run that bag, bitch Run that, run that bag, bitch Run that, run that bag, bitch Ru-run that, run that bag, bitch

(Focus, focus, focus, hey, where's Perry?) Beh Huh, Beh Huh, Huh, Beh Huh, Huh, Beh Huh, Huh, (Bit) Ooh, you I got all my niggas in the bus with me like Scooby Doo Maison Mihara on my feet when I walk through you Once I see you belong to the streets, lil' bitch, we through with you Yeah, once I see you belong to that bitch, I'm gon' get through to you (Through to you) through to you (Through to you) through to you Yeah, got so much gwaluh in my motherfucking Trueys you Well I'm with Tame Impala and I know it's coming true, you All I care about, all I care about is blue you I turned her from upside down, you can't take a nigga crown End up on First 48 if that nigga talking down But I will not gun him down, I wanna be in heaven, ho Nigga text me he in town, we ain't linking 'fore he go We ain't linking 'fore he go, we ain't linking 'fore he dip If you got a problem with your nigga, do not tell me shit If you really cuff with that bitch, don't hop on my dick If you really 'bout what you say, nigga, do it Yeah, I'm tired of these hating hoes, tired of this hating shit Tired of these basic clothes, tired of a basic bitch Taught to get on a row, why to conform to it? My nigga got a MAC-10 and it got a full clip I'm tired of the rap trends, I'm tired of the cool shit I'm tired of the big boots and leather pantaloons I'm tired of these niggas talking shit 'cause I'm the coolest I'm fucking on your ho, her pussy wet like macaroni Ooh, you I got all my niggas in the bus with me like Scooby Doo Maison Mihara on my feet when I walk through you Once I see you belong to the streets, lil' bitch, we through with you Yeah, once I see you belong to that bitch, I'm gon' get through to you (Yeah) Duck, duck, duck Duck, duck, duck Duck, duck, duck Duck, duck, duck

Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah BK, (lean L-E-A-N) shit, shit, yeah Alexander, that's on my ass Hitting her phone 'til she on my ass I don't give a fuck if it's 'bout to pass Love this bitch but I don't think we gon' last First place, nigga coming in last Let shit slide, I'ma run it right back I leave that ho and she running right back Fuck this bitch, thirty-two round mag I heard your bitch wanna sit on my lap She bad on IG, I'ma double tap You trap and you hard, man, that's double cap Two twin Glocks give a nigga double nap Sleep, nigga, know they sleep on me Had a bad day so he weep on me With the gang, nigga, eight plus three What you want? Why you hate on me? You cannot fucking play with me BK, keep the K with me Give her the boot, you can't stay with me Call of Duty, keep that ray with me Pack came, nigga, know I'ma flip it That bitch attach like a motherfucking sticky Fah fah, make a move and stick it How many does it take, you get it? How many does it take to get it? How many bullets it take to rip it? 7.62s hit your fucking fitted Hoodie on me and it's large, can't fit it I cannot wait to say I did it Paycheck is my daily spending Coupe thief in the night 'cause it's tinted High as hell off this Perc' 10 Alexander, that's on my ass Hitting her phone 'til she on my ass I don't give a fuck if it's 'bout to pass Love this bitch but I don't think we gon' last First place, nigga coming in last Let shit slide, I'ma run it right back I leave that ho and she running right back Fuck this bitch, thirty-two round mag Santana, Santana Santana, Santan Uh, Santana