B.Q.E (Explicit) - KOTA The Friend/Joey Bada$$/Bas

Lyrics by：Avery Jones/Jo-Vaughn Virginie Scott/Abbas Hamad

Composed by：Avery Jones/Jo-Vaughn Virginie Scott/Abbas Hamad

Self-made no flex ooh

Self paid no debt woo

We ain't takin' no bets

Lot of y'all full of regrets

Pay me and give me respect

Y'all playin' easy to get

I'm playin' Russian Roulette

Y'all sellin' out for the check

We holdin' out for the kids

Free black and don't flip

Gold ropes to whole cribs

Low bread to whole loaves

Go hard or go home

Go home and don't trip

Same block same whip

Free as a bird

Used to be runnin'

From 12 live and you learn

Now we just flip 'em the bird

Papi yo give me the word

Copy ya heard

You step on the Myrtle I'm on the wave now

Now

Bet you got nothin' to say now

Now

You better get out the way

Or better get comfortable catchin' this fade now

Now

Stay in your lane

Either you get on the train

Or watch on the wave

There ain't no stoppin' the play

Hoppin' up out of the flames

Inking the island today

Get your peace up on the board

Bought a crib by the lake

Still pull up in the fort

Real comin' for the fake

Showin' love through the hate

Still tryna end a war

Momma said I need a break

Maybe when I'm in the Forbes

Generation's on the board

Generations in the bank ay

Ayy is you gettin' on this train

Miss it and you gon' be late

You could catch another wave

But we hoppin' on the B-Q-E

Doin' 90 on the B-Q-E

You could find me on the B-Q-E

Get behind me on the B-Q-E

Yeah yeah yeah ay

Badmon

I pull up

I skrrt

Drop top and I'm wearin' no shirt ay

She know I'm a flirt

One hand on the wheel other hand up her skirt

She know I'm a mur mur

I'm on the 2-7

Then back to the turf

In the old school

Like I'm servin' them work

When I'm local

I be goin' bezerk

Hit up old fools might back up

The club for the **** of it

Talkin' my Brooklyn and girls'll be lovin' it

Star to the hood

And you know I be tuggin' it

None of my niggas can **** with the government

They just be thuggin' it

I just be playin' it smart

I don't be judgin'

I'm playin' my part

Show the fake love

And then play with your heart

Gotta learn to just play with the cards dealt

These niggas too hard on their-self

Niggas too hard to offer them help

I don't work too hard for all this wealth

For the first two bars for how all of it felt

Ayy still in the field like inner field

Or M-O-B play centerfield

Rain on the day just take the wheel

Ayy is you gettin' on this train

Miss it and you gon' be late

You could catch another wave

But we hoppin' on the B-Q-E

Doin' 90 on the B-Q-E

You could find me on the B-Q-E

Get behind me on the B-Q-E

Yeah yeah yeah ay

For every day I made doubters

I made dollars

'Cause my borough

It gave knowledge

How the city move

Y'all better pay homage

I don't pity you niggas

That make comments to create drama

You gon' find them tryna go viral

Judge jury execution no trial

I was sinkin' deep sleep

Watching ******* creep

Streets makin' hos so vile

I'm from queens where they line you up

With a cold smile

And the whole time you thinkin'

Damn that ***** so fine

Oh my

Oh my she not

Born in a ditch and you die in a box

But I'm on a mission a man of ambition

My latest addition

Retire my pops

So anyone threatenin'

I'm firin' shots

Ayy is you gettin' on this train

Miss it and you gon' be late

You could catch another wave

But we hoppin' on the B-Q-E

Doin' 90 on the B-Q-E

You could find me on the B-Q-E

Get behind me on the B-Q-E

Yeah yeah yeah ay ay