BMT Fredo

[Chorus]
Yo, BMT, I'm on a big man ting
I ain't going into clubs without my big hand ting
Got eleven on my finger, that's a big man ring
Yeah, I got a big bag, no bin man ting
See me jumpin' in the Porsches with them big back tings
All I really know for sure is I won't kiss that ting
Big man ting, my niggas tryna bring straps in
See them in some big jackets on some Big Shaq ting

[Verse 1]
BMT, my Rollie, that's a presi', not a GMT
I'm rolling with my black youngsters they're not CMG
I'm on my block or at the top, that's where you're seeing me
My nigga Stro servin' 3 on 3's out that GLE
My mummy told me that they're playing me on BBC
My youngins always doing shootings on a wheelie spree
So all they really got is dirt bikes like DBE
My teacher was a bitch, she never did believe in me (Huh?)
But now she's looking lost
'Cause her whole year's wages, that's my booking cost
Man, it feels like ages since I cooked a block
But that's 'cause I let young niggas jugg it off with C and them
Turned 18, I went to adult jail, I'm seeing men
Going in a cell for one-on-ones and there's three of them
Still I got it cracking, I'm never feeling wet
Got a brick off my ahki Khaled, nigga, we the best