Dizzle West - BK Flow Lyrics

Separate the weak from the oops, elite, hard to creep them Philly streets
Is all nigga, f*ck all of that bickering beef
I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek
Think that 'cause we bougie that we sweet
This ain't that, I got a couple of niggas that keep the heat
You don't wanna rumble with Big Dizzle my niggas in the west do they best dismantling the beef, make sure every one of them eat
Any nigga around me gon' carry bout mine
Speak on Dizzle name, we give your face a new design
Any nigga who can't catch up, get left behind
I been spitting mainstream shit, no cosign
Gucci and Coogi underwear, no Calvin Klein
Patty on my wrist, my plain jane, your diamonds
Shine
Rock your shit when you niggas get out of line
Ain't gon' give you one too many more times
Bitches on my line like Big Dizz, you so fine
Bitch get lost, I gotta bitch you out your mind
Been too f*cking nice, Dizzle done being kind
Done being the blueprint, done leading the blind Niggas want smoke, they can get any kind
All different type of backwoods and they pearled every time
Put that bitch out and throw them some where they can't find
You is not my bro, don't call me slat, don't call me slime
I'ma carry every time, K Kehlan the female don all white like the Ku Klux Klan
Head of the race, they asking me to pass the baton
Every nigga wanted me to be their date to the prom
Hold on, hold on, K Hold the f*ck on K
You thought you was gon' give it to them bitches dry like that
You gotta prep them for shit like that, you gotta get that shit wet first
I need you to run that shit from the top, bring that shit the f*ck back
Talk your shit, bring that shit the f*ck back, let's go
I'ma carry every time, K Kehlan the female don all white like the Ku Klux Klan
Head of the race, they asking me to pass the baton
Every nigga wanted me to be their date to the prom
First I gave these bitches prima donna, yes mama
Now I'm giving bitches big K the Don Dada,
Ladi Dada
Beef bitches want nada
Cause I got too many niggas that'll do you proper, big papa
Niggas wanna hit this but can't hit this cause it's vintage
And all they whips is rent, got this in the pen nigga wondering if I'ma write back
Holla at me at the end of your sentence
I can do for me but I want a nigga who do more
Fly me out to Cali, take me shopping out of New York
Put me in the Benz's an all pink four-door
Fashion galore, he got me all up in Dior
Bitches wanna be me but can't, so they replicate Kehlan
You can't even pay for this, no dollar sign, you out your mind
Bitch this aint no doctor work, no dollar worth, my mama birthed
Bitches tryna take me out, this face too pretty for a shirt
I be in chinchillas, private villas, pockets never hurt
If I was a second, bet he said I'm better than this first
These bitches in a drought, ain't no way to quench their thirst
I be in my Prada shoes, my Prada shades, my Prada purse
Seen your nigga in my section, your nigga such a flirt
Bitch please try me, I can hit your broke ass where it hurt
Bitch please try her she can hit your broke ass where it hurt
Niggas could be dead right now, I gave these niggas time to breathe
Cross me one time, I gotta ship your corpse overseas
I know a few niggas that'll murk you for a couple G's
That's why when niggas try me, I just laugh and be like, nigga please
F*ck you really tryna be on, Dizzle get shit popping bitch
Not only is we rumbling, my niggas gon' pop him bitch
Bikes out, we doing drive-bys, I got the best view in this high-rise
Try to step to me, nigga, why try? You only tough when you on that have Wi-Fi