B Road - 1961 Lyrics

Y'all think I do this for fun, I grill em up like 1961
We can play a game, we can go one on one I don't know what Brodie planning its dumb
I'm staying fresh in my Bleu De Chanel
I wear the suit cause the thing suit me well
I don't mess with rats so he better not tell
He don't know what I'm on but I guess it's oh well
Wake up in the morning, gotta check my phone
Little do they know that I'm in my zone
Put the chrome to his dome, now he say he don't know
Gonna knock it out the park so it better hit home
He up in the sky like a falcon Atlanta
My pockets are green and I hit like the lantern
Fifty designer, the color's of panda
Please don't mistake, knock you out your pajamas
Ha, want some love, I be there in five
Think I'm the man, been told a few times
It don't matter, pockets are fat
Like Rick Ross, triple stack
Yeah my suit, it fit me nice
Babies cry like Fisher Price
I can only do one night
Double back, maybe twice
Y'all some rats, y'all some mice
In this darkness, I'm a light
Yeah I may go take your wife
Would I do that, all my life
Y'all think I do this for fun, I grill em up like 1961
We can play a game, we can go one on one I don't know what Brodie planning its dumb
I'm staying fresh in my Bleu De Chanel
I wear the suit cause the thing suit me well
I don't mess with rats so he better not tell
He don't know what I'm on but I guess it's oh well
Uh, let me think for a second, let me think, okay
Ha
What am I ever gon' say
How many games am I ever gone play
Lookin' up to God and he told me go pray
All of my problems, they fading away
They tryna infiltrate, not through my team
We in the kitchen and they spilled the beans
They spill em on me
What
Yeah
Y'all think I do this for fun, I grill em up like 1961
We can play a game, we can go one on one I don't know what Brodie planning its dumb
I'm staying fresh in my Bleu De Chanel
I wear the suit cause the thing suit me well
I don't mess with rats so he better not tell
He don't know what I'm on but I guess it's oh well
Yeah