[beanie Ughh, ughh, This is beanie That philly cat playin' wit silly rap Put weight up, not your hate up, niggas Y'all know how I play quiet towns and tie 'em wonderin' how I got a position with rock 'cause I to the lox and I listen then watch While you still in spot, ditchin' the cops I'm in the box with fox, glistenin' watch Wore gray, lexus, gs-4 an evil metal when the dog pedals to the floor I'm routin' south, for my aim is to score Eight cylinder, screamin' the law!'
Got a full of gas, trunk full of cash in the stash, scanners in the dash Radar detectors, troopers can't us We down atl and hit the 'linas Then get clubbed with some south thugs Go all out thugs, go in house thugs Talk shit, put in your mouth thugs 36 south stuck, on route thugs You know how mac play, quiet town, tie it I it now, by the pound Might you a cue if you buy a pound If you didn't try it then, why would you try it Then 'cause mac rat wouldn't a round into your crown I lay you down and retire you
And I niggas, nat niggas kid a dirt Pat-pat with the deuce deuce, work Bitch ass niggas thongs and skirts 'em early in the mornin' while they goin' to work Hey you motherfuckers stay stuck in the mirror And you weak ass niggas only out the fear I y'all softer than them feathers that they stuf in the dear I pack two barettas, never in their ear Twist your shit back, spit 'til my gats is Pack four pieces like a kit kat. heh, get Cop by the six-pack, range rov? ' dot six that Benz coupe, drop six Buggy eye seven come shit, took the six back Switch the r, the double r's are, gotta get that You see how we play, pop on the e-way Soakin' the seat, gettin' with glee Or the sharp bar, grill simon, dom p Why you when you chasin' your how with hot tea flashin' back money like it's they money Slap 500 on of a three-twenty I'm bringin' it to any tryin' to shoot games (yeah) With them bullshit kits and cds
bleek] it out, yo, yo Well, I'm a lil' nigga speak, I tote heat Here to shut down your whole on the street Bleek, you know niggas just had to this My drewl out like a old nigga toothless Who would they pump bleek with ritilin Too up, but weed calm my adrenaline Roll day on the strip, sk in the Hundred viles, playin' the benj' nine gleam, like this armoral-ed up My be armed up, gotcha niggas' arms up Who the want what? me and bean's trumped up Witcha under seige, dillinger in the sleave If my gun jam, you squeeze on me You them cats got the code-d's on me I'm on to my off game, leave the for in stores chains and I pimp whores, stay smoked out Shirt be poked out the slums knows eight Six to jump out, you eat what you Motherfucker die For you actin' tought cats, but in your you scream I read your body You want violence and don't mingle You want a challange get it brought to for angle This shit'll 'em down, I bet that Ya up front dough and six backed out, motherfucker
brown] Sassy fox brick money, cop me a drop You know how I run it, 600, top them light gray wrist shit, flash the rocks The red, the yellow, the green, causin' stops Bitch please, never freeze, gonna blast the Then I show a little cleave' and breeze past the You talk slick but suck dick for money in y'all I'm like 'bitch, I got money than your man' While you get your knees up, cum all on your glands Shit, I'm in the v twinz ballin' tramps Y'all hoes greasy, so I bitch easy Rookie, you know about glocks and pock' books? You na na rock that shit, parada that shit And that shit, dolce gabba that shit Hollow points, top shit, fuck you tryin' to aim Pop shit, yeah, nigga, fox got that shit You see the ice shit, can you cop that shit Channel crocodile and shit, whoa You know my style, I be spendin' they And I'll their little dick some celebrity ass And get 'em a brick, I know what style to get them niggas real Well, fuck, I let 'em live and lick the tip of my To 'em of some rose petals, candles, and shit Or some hydro like the grew a plant in my shit So that's what it is, why them hoes mad at my shit See me wildin' in the four-six, on them bum-ass Goddess mc, y'all is littles foxes See my friends, tossin' they little watches Cris? I pops it. a nigga topless I fouls on. hoes? I styles on, nigga Wear out then air y'all out Over here? hustle from where, all out Shit, bitch, stay down bitch And I jigga see me here to lay down shit I will spray y'all niggas, y'all niggas 'cause I fucked the nigga and pay niggas Shit, the fuck