Brand New Beretta
Uh
Let me speak my peace
I should've cop this piece just to say the least
There's nothing far from a nigga reach
Right hand the L, left hand the peach
Off a woman's back got me yelling "sheesh"
Off the green I bought
Got the lady geeked
Now she yelling out she wants something sweet
Gazing at my crotch, then she grabbed the meat
Yeah, I just be sticking and moving
I just be jigging be jigging so hard
Now look at just how I maneuver
I can't be out here with cars like the broads
But shit it's so easy to pull them
I know some guys with triggers on Gemmers
From way outside they gonna pull it
Full clip
Thinking back on them days when I was a slave on a full ship
Me and my niggas was singing them
hymns praying that we'd get a cool whip
You already snow I'm on Shawty Lo
I get in the booth and go foolish
Done with you niggas
I'm pushing the pillars
I'm looking like Samson
I do this
It's WXAI radio we got a caller on line one
Caller
Yo, who's this
I never heard this before
It's the son of Wakanda
Man you know T'Challa just rule shit
Man on my mama you don't want the drama
I'm not like the Pistons on bullshit
Isaiah Thomas I got that shit honest
How can I be modest
I pop shit
From ashy to classy
I learned and got jazzy
And now I'm just dishing on stocked in
Ah bitch
Parking the whip and I'm riding (riding)
All of these rappers
Most of them cappin'
Lookin' out for them they hiding (they hiding)
Know I be keeping it cool (it cool)
Just lit my blunt while I'm driving (I'm driving)
Oh you was coming to talk shit (talk shit)
Fuck it I'm coming out firing
Bang
Look
Let me in my bag
Adversaries get the toe tag
If your girl in Avenger's tower
Please don't call asking for your hoe back
I'll bring that bitch back with a broke back
Sweaty tube top and some pulled tracks
And behind the broad is the full Drax
And we'll stomp yo ass for a cool rack
Yeah, huh
I just be rappin' no cappin'
I know some guys that want my demise
But right now they askin' what happened
I'm in my mode
You know how it goes
Dawg I can't do no relaxin'
Johnny Knoxville
You know the deal
I'm coming on point with the action
Not for amusement
You niggas is stupid
T'challa be moving the packs in
Just got some service
The phone is now working
They already calling to tap in
All I be saying is goddamn when the bouley be counting that backend
I just be laughing like my damn when
we catch the fuck niggas that lackin'
I mean that is what yo ass get
I do my nizzle and move on 'em
I don't do leaches I'm cool on 'em
Peep the maneuver I groove on 'em
Man on a mission
The hustle is vicious
They asking bout Q with the juice on 'em
Boulevard the wrecking crew on 'em
What the fuck it really do homie
Move homie
Parking the whip and I'm riding (riding)
All of these rappers
Most of them cappin'
Lookin' out for them they hiding (they hiding)
Know I be keeping it cool (it cool)
Just lit my blunt while I'm driving (I'm driving)
Oh you was coming to talk shit (talk shit)
Fuck it I'm coming out firing
Bang
Ah
Let me take these shots
Yeah dawg let me clear that air
I'm aware of all that tongue wrestling
knowing damn well you can't take it there
Your woman said that you should grow a pair
I tell that broad I ain't got time to spare
And just because this wasn't Clearasil
doesn't never mean that the bitch is fair
I just be making my rounds though
You make it rain your last bit of change
Baker be breaking the ground hoe
All tribulations that's testing my patience
I treat 'em like Whoopie I'm Harpo
The third instillation
I'm glad you been patient
And now we gon' kick it in turbo
Let me speak my peace
I should've cop this piece just to say the least
There's nothing far from a nigga reach
Right hand the L, left hand the peach
Off a woman's back got me yelling "sheesh"
Off the green I bought
Got the lady geeked
Now she yelling out she wants something sweet
Gazing at my crotch, then she grabbed the meat
Yeah, I just be sticking and moving
I just be jigging be jigging so hard
Now look at just how I maneuver
I can't be out here with cars like the broads
But shit it's so easy to pull them
I know some guys with triggers on Gemmers
From way outside they gonna pull it
Full clip
Thinking back on them days when I was a slave on a full ship
Me and my niggas was singing them
hymns praying that we'd get a cool whip
You already snow I'm on Shawty Lo
I get in the booth and go foolish
Done with you niggas
I'm pushing the pillars
I'm looking like Samson
I do this
It's WXAI radio we got a caller on line one
Caller
Yo, who's this
I never heard this before
It's the son of Wakanda
Man you know T'Challa just rule shit
Man on my mama you don't want the drama
I'm not like the Pistons on bullshit
Isaiah Thomas I got that shit honest
How can I be modest
I pop shit
From ashy to classy
I learned and got jazzy
And now I'm just dishing on stocked in
Ah bitch
Parking the whip and I'm riding (riding)
All of these rappers
Most of them cappin'
Lookin' out for them they hiding (they hiding)
Know I be keeping it cool (it cool)
Just lit my blunt while I'm driving (I'm driving)
Oh you was coming to talk shit (talk shit)
Fuck it I'm coming out firing
Bang
Look
Let me in my bag
Adversaries get the toe tag
If your girl in Avenger's tower
Please don't call asking for your hoe back
I'll bring that bitch back with a broke back
Sweaty tube top and some pulled tracks
And behind the broad is the full Drax
And we'll stomp yo ass for a cool rack
Yeah, huh
I just be rappin' no cappin'
I know some guys that want my demise
But right now they askin' what happened
I'm in my mode
You know how it goes
Dawg I can't do no relaxin'
Johnny Knoxville
You know the deal
I'm coming on point with the action
Not for amusement
You niggas is stupid
T'challa be moving the packs in
Just got some service
The phone is now working
They already calling to tap in
All I be saying is goddamn when the bouley be counting that backend
I just be laughing like my damn when
we catch the fuck niggas that lackin'
I mean that is what yo ass get
I do my nizzle and move on 'em
I don't do leaches I'm cool on 'em
Peep the maneuver I groove on 'em
Man on a mission
The hustle is vicious
They asking bout Q with the juice on 'em
Boulevard the wrecking crew on 'em
What the fuck it really do homie
Move homie
Parking the whip and I'm riding (riding)
All of these rappers
Most of them cappin'
Lookin' out for them they hiding (they hiding)
Know I be keeping it cool (it cool)
Just lit my blunt while I'm driving (I'm driving)
Oh you was coming to talk shit (talk shit)
Fuck it I'm coming out firing
Bang
Ah
Let me take these shots
Yeah dawg let me clear that air
I'm aware of all that tongue wrestling
knowing damn well you can't take it there
Your woman said that you should grow a pair
I tell that broad I ain't got time to spare
And just because this wasn't Clearasil
doesn't never mean that the bitch is fair
I just be making my rounds though
You make it rain your last bit of change
Baker be breaking the ground hoe
All tribulations that's testing my patience
I treat 'em like Whoopie I'm Harpo
The third instillation
I'm glad you been patient
And now we gon' kick it in turbo
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Writer(s): Raukwon Julius Baker, Joshua Pryor
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