#bmbest #bmvideo #2019 #king Looking in the mirror, all I see is money Bop-bop, but if I was blind, all I hear is runnin' Plug went to jail Saturday, 'posed to meet him Sunday He said his bitch flushed the work, time to do some plumbin' Gotta love the way we comin' though, we keep it comin' Wolves never cry wolf and you could feed us onions Pledge allegiance to the region that's beneath and under The southside from your blind side, Stevie Wonder Hunger Games, ain't no games when we speakin' hunger We greedy fuckers, eat your supper, pick our teeth, and mug you The pockets bustin' out the muscle, bitch, I'm bleedin' blubber And I been drunk and I can't trust you 'cause I'm seein' double And I been ballin' like the Rucker, nigga, triple-double And now it's war, and they want peace, but it won't fix the puzzle You drop the ball, if you a beast you won't be quick to fumble If I'm too deep then get a bigger shovel, dig a tunnel If you a beast then that bitch can't get a nickel from you I'm the only one that speak when we in the huddle Make a pussy nigga leak, then jump in the puddle We comin' deep to your street, 'bout to rent a shuttle Every day of the week, if I hit the streets, I gotta hit a hustle Every day of the week I gotta get loaded-loaded, skip the bufferin' I got it made, and with that said, I gotta tip the butler I like my bitches mustard, business hushed, and Bentleys custom Bitches sufferin' 'cause the system fucked 'em, now they fuckin' They can't hide their battle scars but they can hide their stomachs Niggas like Niagara Falls how their mouths are runnin' But we making caviar out of flounders, guppies Stand tall, but I'm a munchkin to my pile of money Got down and dug it, found a nugget, made a mountain of it Don't need a crown, gown, or nothing; I'm the king of subject Chocolate, brown, cream, and fudgie, and I'm peanut buttery Fuck the fuckery, I go skullduggery, it get ugly Niggas thuggin', we got babies smugglin' in their Huggies Niggas jugglin' different kind of drugs, Feds strugglin' Sippin' Actavis, activist like Fred Douglass Goodnight, sleep tight, watch the bed buggies She give me ass, she give me head, I call it head-buttin' Walk in a room full of buttons, press the red button Blow this bitch to shreds, get my skateboard and shred somethin' Lead pumpin', you dead, pumpkin Go 'head, dump 'em, redrum 'em Goin' hard in the paint, Andre Drummond Headhuntin', Good Will Huntin', still stuntin' All or nothin', Warren G to Warren Buffett Stormin', floodin', lightnin', thunderin' Carter comin', like karma comin' My bitch pussy's the warmest oven Need morning lovin' She foreign, Donald might bomb her country Thick as fuck, no panties when she got on her onesie Whoa Time to get this paper though You ape or ho? Bitches in line to get this snake fo' sho' We take the dough If they don't pay the dough, and that's fo' sho' We make 'em vegetables, and we don't even like vegetables These niggas extra broke, we break a nigga down to decimals We up in México to see the plug, and not electrical High cholesterol, you niggas salty, I'm the pepper though Your bitch ain't half a ho, she wanna be in my next episode I'm a steppin' stone And that .380, that's my chaperone It blow like saxophone And when the smoke clear I'ma stand alone I'm from the terrordome Yeah, that's New Orleans, home of methadone Cops on megaphones It's so much bad luck, ain't no leprechauns I been called a stone, pocket full of stones On the corner moving stones, Papa was a rolling stone I'm so stoned, in this bitch, waitin' on Babylon Bible on the dresser, next to the gun and Tylenol, silence off Spike a bitch drink, like volleyball Olive Oyl skinny bitches can't get in the ride at all Not at all I'm involved in a real private war, time to brawl Niggas don't want Lil Tune to take these diamonds off I'ma talk crazy to a deaf nigga, these niggas blind I'ma still throw up my set, nigga, steel toe in your chest, nigga "Hell no" to a yes-nigga, "Fuckin' right" to a bad bitch She can fuck around and get her ass licked Still can't get her ass kissed Black fist, middle finger to taxes, the police and their actions I'm still pickin' out mansions Still dickin' down such-and-such, still fuckin' with so-and-so Still fuckin' my bitch's friends, never fuck my woadie ho Still talkin' about Hollygrove, still talkin' about coke and dope On the set in that OVO, on the jet in that OVO I don't threaten, I go for broke, wanna step and go toe to toe? No bullshit at this rodeo, and all my clips Pinocchio Tunechi, bitch, for nothing, drops mic [Outro: Lil Wayne] Well, I can't technically 'cause it's connected But, but, you get the expression, Mula Welcome, thank you for joining Dedication 6, this some sick shit