BK Flow ft. KKEHLAN & DK&Y Lyrics

Separate the weak from the oops, elite, hard to creep them Philly streets

Is all nigga, fuck 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 fucking 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 fuck 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 fuck back

Talk your shit, bring that shit the fuck 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

Fuck 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