[Intro]
(BC Gang)

[Verse 1: Yung Shiva]
N***as been grinding to gain that experience
I see you hating but it ain't that serious
unlocked my third eye while up in the pyramid
cooking up ether, that's sprite with the syrup mixed
came out the ashes, revive like the phoenix
The shit that I been through you wouldn't believe it
I need that skrilla don't make me repeat it
Your bitch on my dick, I got swag, I'm Black Jesus
Get on my level you couldn't achieve it
N***as be plotting they trying to deceive me
My money large, you come short like a chibi
Got swishers and sushi I'm smoking up seaweed
Give me the green bitch I'm greedy
N***as wack but want a verse for the freebie
Flick of the wrist grant a wish like a genie
Now I'm on a island with ho's in bikini's
Somewhere in Fiji I get it bottled at the source 'lil bitch, I don't need your endorsements
Up in my fortress don't come to my doorstep my n***as will push your wig back like some foreskin
Out of this orbit, my n***a we corporate I wake up to weed and some cunt in the morning
Ya girl she adore me, said I get her horny, hitting up my phone like senpai don't ignore me
N***as is corny they full of excuses, man fuck your collabo bro I cannot do it
BC the movement my n***as be moving I flex like Madara ten tails like the Juubi
Pussy you coochie get smacked out your coofie she leave you and choose me your ho is a groupie
I feel like will smith boy my life is a movie
Don't fuck with no broke bitch because they got the cooties, ughhh
[Hook: Yung Shiva]
I be on the grind, all the time, money on my mind (repeat x2)
flexing the check, swoo, whipping the wrist, bitch i'm the shit, damn (wow) (repeat x2)
Monkey D. Luffy, swoo, Monkey D. Luffy, i make bands stretch (repeat x2)
I be on the grind, all the time, money on my mind
flexing the check, swoo, whipping the wrist, bitch i'm the shit, wow

[Verse 2: Yung Shiva]
Bitch I'm so pretty just look at me
Sell out the venue and that's why they booking me
I'm on the stove in Atlanta just cooking heat
I might just hit the bitch raw like I'm Booker T
Pink bandanna on still repping the mob
She slob on my knob like it's corn on the cob
Your bitch she a bop, I just want to get top, I ain't worried about thots because I get a lot of ass
I might go to Lenox pop a lot of tags
I just took a n***a bitch he probably mad
Go up in the trunk and let the shotty blast
I just put these rappers in a body bag
Man it's fuck a hater I don't give a shit
I just stack my paper run the dividends
N***a cut the check a couple M&M's
Yeah it's BCBC ain't no getting in
I done came up now n***as mad at me
20 on my dick, I'm the swag daddy
I don't deal with labels trying to half-ass me
These the same n***as that would laugh at me
Now they want to be down and come chill with me but these fake n***as cannot keep it real with me
I'm trying to stack this cash up to the ceiling b
Bitch I'm the truth and that's why your bitch feeling me
I haven't murked a verse like this in a minute
Drink a pint of lean it go straight to the kidney
Get rich or die trying I feel like I'm 50
Don't fuck with these lames because these n***as iffy
I just hit the plug I get that in a jiffy
Pussy water type so I call her Misty
I don't know you, I'm the man in my city
My bitch look like Cassie I feel like I'm Diddy, ughh
[Hook: Yung Shiva]