Beam Still
Still ride around with that thing on me, up the pole if he swing on me
Little dog turned big homie
Riding round on my doly doe, smoke and rowdy runts for the zing only
(Look)
Pop an opp like perky, got more bodies dropped then thirty
Drop my pin come murk me
Got them bodies chopped then buried
Get that money quick in a hurry
Man how you broke boy, get yo bands up
Swear non my opps been sturdy, done all of my opps so dirty
Like cleaning off from the working
But you know it's not from the working, just maybe chopping and serving
I been blessed with the burden to murder anyone lurking
Talk that shit in yo bushes
Done had him shitting his pants, heard the boom and he started booking
Hit that shit from the back cause when I fuck you know I like cushion
And I know what buttons I'm pushing
Try to up, better not get stuck, cause boy you fucked if I took it
And I heard he popping them beans still
Keep it locked, hold the beam still
Acne all on the jeans still, lean spilled, no refill, Z-quill, those green pills
Booted for that shit, don't even matter I got blue bills
And you know that pain real, the money realer
Make me forget how pain feel, like I don't need her
But I stay in my lane still, I got my heater
For that last bar I was tripping tho'
My girl know I need her, cause she be so bonita
Hit it and got her feet up, then she want her feet rubbed
But I just want my D sucked
Yeah bitch so fuck is up with you
If you packing and planning on upping my brothers and cousins is fucking upping too
Family what we fucking do
If you lent your hand when I was down then boy I fuck with you
Can't put my trust in snakes, better cut that lawn up, ain't nothing new
Box him up like Captain Crunch
Get him served I done packed his lunch
Put a laser on my new chop like I got the bitch out the Pack Of Punch
Fat ass, shawty pack a ton
I spaz when she back it up
They mad cause they can't keep up
Let him make a move, blam pieced up
Let that mother fucker try his luck
That'll be the day he die or something
And I told that boy I had enough
He don't want no smoke, can't get a puff
What's all that talking on the net
That's how a pussy get his ass punched
Little dog turned big homie
Riding round on my doly doe, smoke and rowdy runts for the zing only
(Look)
Pop an opp like perky, got more bodies dropped then thirty
Drop my pin come murk me
Got them bodies chopped then buried
Get that money quick in a hurry
Man how you broke boy, get yo bands up
Swear non my opps been sturdy, done all of my opps so dirty
Like cleaning off from the working
But you know it's not from the working, just maybe chopping and serving
I been blessed with the burden to murder anyone lurking
Talk that shit in yo bushes
Done had him shitting his pants, heard the boom and he started booking
Hit that shit from the back cause when I fuck you know I like cushion
And I know what buttons I'm pushing
Try to up, better not get stuck, cause boy you fucked if I took it
And I heard he popping them beans still
Keep it locked, hold the beam still
Acne all on the jeans still, lean spilled, no refill, Z-quill, those green pills
Booted for that shit, don't even matter I got blue bills
And you know that pain real, the money realer
Make me forget how pain feel, like I don't need her
But I stay in my lane still, I got my heater
For that last bar I was tripping tho'
My girl know I need her, cause she be so bonita
Hit it and got her feet up, then she want her feet rubbed
But I just want my D sucked
Yeah bitch so fuck is up with you
If you packing and planning on upping my brothers and cousins is fucking upping too
Family what we fucking do
If you lent your hand when I was down then boy I fuck with you
Can't put my trust in snakes, better cut that lawn up, ain't nothing new
Box him up like Captain Crunch
Get him served I done packed his lunch
Put a laser on my new chop like I got the bitch out the Pack Of Punch
Fat ass, shawty pack a ton
I spaz when she back it up
They mad cause they can't keep up
Let him make a move, blam pieced up
Let that mother fucker try his luck
That'll be the day he die or something
And I told that boy I had enough
He don't want no smoke, can't get a puff
What's all that talking on the net
That's how a pussy get his ass punched
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Writer(s): Lorenzo Arricale
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