Beat
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Aye Aye
Beat Beat Beat Beat
I make the trap beat
Beat Beat Beat Beat
She get her back beat
Beat Beat Beat Beat
I make the trap beat
Beat Beat Beat
Run up that sack like an athlete
Beat Beat Beat Beat
I make the trap beat
Beat Beat Beat Beat
She get her back beat down
Beat Beat Beat Beat
I make the trap beat
Beat Beat Beat
Run up that sack like an athlete
Run that cash up with Gotti
If you want that gas I'ma tax yo' ass Scottie
I brought my pistol in the party
How is them yo' shooters and them boys ain't shot nobody
Nigga play with me gon' get his ass beat
Still will catch you on that back street and make a track meet
He just fell in love with my last freak
Fucked her on the rug just like last week
I am that dude
I'm just so committed if I'm with it then it's tattooed
And I'm the one they turn they back to
Watch who you show yo' back 'cause they might clap you
Still ain't learned nothing
Got the word fuck it
He not solid I can't serve nothing
All thru the winter used to serve Tussin
That's back when Q would get at you
He hit that curb bussin'
I get paranoid and let my clip fly uh
Bitches on the boy can't tell my bitch why uh
Love it when they shop and they don't ask why uh
Next time that you cop it won't be that high
Beat Beat Beat Beat
I make the trap beat
Beat Beat Beat Beat
She get her back beat
Beat Beat Beat Beat
I make the trap beat
Beat Beat Beat
Run up that sack like an athlete
Beat Beat Beat Beat
I make the trap beat
Beat Beat Beat Beat
She get her back beat down
Beat Beat Beat Beat
I make the trap beat
Beat Beat Beat
Run up that sack like an athlete
Young nigga pick up a pack yeah
I'm tryna run up the sack yeah
Pretty lil bitch with them racks yeah
I'm tryna hit from the back yeah
Young nigga pick up a pack yeah
I'm tryna run up the sack yeah
Pretty lil bitch with them racks yeah
I'm tryna hit from the back yeah
Pick up a pack yeah
Run up the sack yeah
She got them racks yeah
Hit from the back yeah
Pick up a pack yeah
Run up the sack yeah
She got them racks yeah
Hit from the back yeah
Nigga ya sweet
Nigga ya beat
Nigga ya sweet
Nigga ya beat
Beat Beat Beat Beat
Beat Beat Beat
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Aye Aye
Beat Beat Beat Beat
I make the trap beat
Beat Beat Beat Beat
She get her back beat
Beat Beat Beat Beat
I make the trap beat
Beat Beat Beat
Run up that sack like an athlete
Beat Beat Beat Beat
I make the trap beat
Beat Beat Beat Beat
She get her back beat down
Beat Beat Beat Beat
I make the trap beat
Beat Beat Beat
Run up that sack like an athlete
Run that cash up with Gotti
If you want that gas I'ma tax yo' ass Scottie
I brought my pistol in the party
How is them yo' shooters and them boys ain't shot nobody
Nigga play with me gon' get his ass beat
Still will catch you on that back street and make a track meet
He just fell in love with my last freak
Fucked her on the rug just like last week
I am that dude
I'm just so committed if I'm with it then it's tattooed
And I'm the one they turn they back to
Watch who you show yo' back 'cause they might clap you
Still ain't learned nothing
Got the word fuck it
He not solid I can't serve nothing
All thru the winter used to serve Tussin
That's back when Q would get at you
He hit that curb bussin'
I get paranoid and let my clip fly uh
Bitches on the boy can't tell my bitch why uh
Love it when they shop and they don't ask why uh
Next time that you cop it won't be that high
Beat Beat Beat Beat
I make the trap beat
Beat Beat Beat Beat
She get her back beat
Beat Beat Beat Beat
I make the trap beat
Beat Beat Beat
Run up that sack like an athlete
Beat Beat Beat Beat
I make the trap beat
Beat Beat Beat Beat
She get her back beat down
Beat Beat Beat Beat
I make the trap beat
Beat Beat Beat
Run up that sack like an athlete
Young nigga pick up a pack yeah
I'm tryna run up the sack yeah
Pretty lil bitch with them racks yeah
I'm tryna hit from the back yeah
Young nigga pick up a pack yeah
I'm tryna run up the sack yeah
Pretty lil bitch with them racks yeah
I'm tryna hit from the back yeah
Pick up a pack yeah
Run up the sack yeah
She got them racks yeah
Hit from the back yeah
Pick up a pack yeah
Run up the sack yeah
She got them racks yeah
Hit from the back yeah
Nigga ya sweet
Nigga ya beat
Nigga ya sweet
Nigga ya beat
Beat Beat Beat Beat
Beat Beat Beat
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Writer(s): Justin Beasley
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