On BS Lyrics by Drake & 21 Savage is latest English song with music also given by OZ, Elyas. On BS song lyrics are written by Drake, 21 Savage, OZ, Elyas, Simon Gebrelul.
On BS Song Detail
| Song Name: | On BS |
| Singer: | Drake, 21 Savage |
| Composer: | OZ, Elyas |
| Lyrics by: | Drake, 21 Savage, OZ, Elyas, Simon Gebrelul |
| Music Label: | OVO Sound, Slaughter Gang, Republic Records |
On BS Lyrics
Yeah, Woah, Woah, Woah
I had to cut some n!ggas off, They did me-Me no good
I come from the ghetto, So my trunk is in my hood
She want, Wear no panties around me even if she could
Gave out plenty spankings ’til they got it understood
Fu*k the nosebleeds, Baby, Come sit on this wood
If you know it’s tension, Don’t come around me like it’s good
I got street smarts, And you can’t get this out no book
I can’t right my wrongs, But I can still write these hooks
Oh, Time to get exposed, You ain’t
Been from around here, N!gga, Come get off your show Savage
Said you pu$$y and he hit it on the nose, But that
Board is opеn, Why you acting like it’s closed? I don’t know
You all be going in and out rеcessions
The same way that I be going in and out of Texas
Or in and out my sessions, Or in and out her best friends
Or in and out these courtrooms, My lawyer like, “Objection”
Yeah, Woah, Woah
All my b!tches Spanish, Boricua
Water on my neck, These diamonds came with coral reefer
She from overseas, I had to buy her a new Visa
Met your wife in Vegas but I hit her in Ibiza
She a supermodel so she only eating caesar
“Used to date a rapper but he acted like a diva”
N!ggas hustling backwards, Out here balling with a re-Up
Popped a adderall, I feel like I can lift a tree up
See too many cameras so I never lift my ski up (Yeah)
I jump on your song and make you sound like you the feature
I jump on your song and make a label think they need ya, For real
On that bull sh!t (Okay), On that bull sh!t (Okay)
On that bull sh!t (Okay), On that bull sh!t (Okay)
On that bull sh!t (Okay), On that bull sh!t (Okay)
On that bull sh!t (Okay), We on all that bull sh!t (Okay)
On that bull sh!t (Okay), On that bull sh!t (Okay, Okay)
On that bull sh!t (Yeah), On that bull sh!t (Yeah)
On that bull sh!t (Okay), All that bull sh!t (Okay)
Damn, Maybe I should do a twenty
Maybe I should break that twenty, Do a ten
Maybe I should break that ten, Do a five
Then if it gets loud, Do a five again
If he held his tongue on that live, He’d be alive again, Damn
My uncle sister know she raised a real one, Ill one
It’s been thirty minutes, I don’t feel none
Oh sh!t, Wait a minute, Think I’m starting to feel something
Where you get this motherfu*king pill from?
Heard they got some sanctions on my name
Heard they plotting on my name, Heard they banking on my name
I got Lita in this b!tch and he might spank it on a lane
I’m just— what, In the cut, Throwing Franklins on her frame
I’ma— ayy, I’ma gentleman, I’m generous
I blow a half a million on you h0es, I’m a feminist
I never put no prices on no beef until we end this sh!t
I pay her half a million for a soul, You my nemesis
On that bull sh!t (Okay), On that bull sh!t (Okay)
On that bull sh!t (Okay), On that bull sh!t (Okay)
On that bull sh!t (Okay), On that bull sh!t (Okay)
On that bull sh!t (Okay), We on all that bull sh!t (Okay)
On that bull sh!t (Okay), On that bull sh!t (Okay, Okay)
On that bull sh!t (Yeah), On that bull sh!t (Yeah)
On that bull sh!t (Okay), All that bull sh!t (Okay)
Nah, I’m on, Its midnight, I don’t care
Nothing is happening on a Wednesday, I don’t care, I’m on
I’m looking for the sm0ke
These guys sitting front row, Man, Poof, Who needs that?
Let me put my window down, I need fresh air
We don’t want that, We want bars
The reason why we listen to 21 and The Boy
That’s what we do in Paris, We don’t do Fashion Week
Fashion Week is for the last decade, It’s not for us
It’s about the lights
The lights that we put on in the city
The lights of the Eiffel Tower
I’m in charge of it
I’m the one who’s putting it on everyday
And you try to flex next
Next to me on the red light with your ugly
Whatever, Flexing, Most expensive car, V-12
I drive a Four-Cylinder, I come from nothing
But I’m doing something, And you cannot catch my drive
As fast as you try to go, You will never catch me man
There is only one way, And this way I’m driving
Nobody can do it
I’m Birdman, That’s who I am
In Paris (Brrt, Brrt)