Rolling MBK Boogz (Ft. Babyfxce E)

[Intro]
(DJ G got a hit)
(Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas)

[Verse 1: MBK Boogz]
Brodie tryna drill somethin', tell that nigga chill or somethin'
We gettin' to this pape', yeah, we got a mil' comin'
Yeah, these niggas phony, why they call me brodie?
I was ridin' with my brother, yeah, we hit 'em, that's a trophy
When you stayin' in your lane, you see a bigger bag
And I ain't beefin' with no lame that never seen no cash
And I was down on my ass and now I'm rentin' Jags
And we could pop up on an opp just to blitz his ass
And when you runnin' up that pape', you can't trust a nigga
How you turn into an opp? Man, you ate lunch with a nigga
Thought you would kill for a nigga, but you ain't pull your trigger
So I got active with my Glock and then I popped a jigga
Damn, my heart turned cold, did you have to fold?
I put my eyеs on that road, my heart in them stores
Tryna fuck up a storе, bring back a load
You tryna fuck with these hoes and give 'em your pros
I just bust on a ho, she know how it go

[Verse 2: Babyfxce E]
Nigga, I sell weed, leave the store to bro
We got Glock 23s, better slow your roll
You think she loyal, but she not, better trust me, bro
'Cause she was on my dick, all I did was drop a 'fit
Then my shit was on her lips, drop my kids off on her tits
Yeah, I know that shit illegal, but I still ride with stick
Should've joined the fuckin' Beatles, I got drums and some sticks
Bitch asked for some pape', somebody slipped her ass a mick
Oh, that's Baby E and Boogz? Bro, we gotta get a pick