Letras
(Oh my God, it's Beamer Boy!)
Oh my God, that's Beamer Boy, don't care, right, bitch, it's nice to meet you
I don't know why this ho went through my phone, 'cause all that shit deleted
And if I say pull up, ho gon' pull up, talk shit, I'm rolling 'Woods up
Hell no, I can't fuck with no background dance, all my hos be put up
And all my hos come trim the right way
Box stay my way out of tight sprays
She used to fuckin' with goofies, they be tryna use
Gave up couple hundred, she said I'm a life changer
No cap, the nigga on the right of me, too dangerous
And that nigga on the left, he say when we get mess, he'll still kill us
He ain't tainted, missed on the hip, blamed his gun though
Half rock, ain't nothing but a gunshot
When we pulled though, we turned that bitch to our range
Walk up and stole her and her guns blow
Blew up the next day, been to the game, like who that?
Me and three drunk hos in the bnb
And they keep asking me, "Who the fuck is pooh bear?"
Took a picture on my block, put your phone out, you ain't tryna kill
She got a rhyme, she took her phone out, that's some fan shit, not for real
And they keep asking, "Who the fuck pooh bear?"
Send you to meet him, not for real
This top and top and shit going on like literally not for real
You can knock straight off the map for Gianna tuition
I mean both of them, see me out on post, not Mike, fuck up the mission
Ten on my daughter, I got a Swiss lock in every state that I go
Dropping a four inch, we ain't gotta respond to none of the opps on broke
Because they never get back, they just dropping them weak ass on for them hos and shit
Brother said I could get 25 bows for ten racks, I know you know some shit
Hit me a bitch tucked in her estate, I don't be playing, I'm on my shit
Nigga know that top-notch name won't wait
Speak on that, better be on it, bitch, huh
Better be on it
Brand new .45 Glock for my opponent
Know some niggas that missed they target
Fell off, he work at Target
Know some niggas got double teams
Time to pass the ball, but he still won't hog it
Nigga, you ain't here, don't feed them killers, they start getting dogged
They at your back, don't hoggin'
Running in your shit when you departing
Niggas at a block away, fell a week straight, and you didn't realize we was stalking
Third man's on his head, I told my bros 10, huh
That's a 20 in my pocket, I didn't mean it, man
30 bands on this hand, but I told my bros ten, look
That's 20 bands up in my pocket, I didn't mean it, man, min it
Nigga go ask Tweet, could catch a kill with anything like fuck a jit
21, 22, Gen-2 with tape up on my MAC, tryna go spend
I come drippin' dog shitty, you gon' act like you don't know
Got these jeans from Bugatti, better be cautious, watch your ho
Fuck all that talk and watch your back
Fuck that slop shit, watch your bro
She told her friend that I'm her nigga, she tryna time it, I'm 'bout to blow
I'm 'bout to go like the World Trade
I ain't drivin' no bag on you lividy bitches, I made the right call to your heart
Caught a goddess nigga dope, now he got a bald head
Better give him something to make him flip, he go on my ground and we bump heads
Ain't done no patty shit, we in the streets, check my nigga, Charles
Might throw a block party up on the beat and let bro out to slaughter, ha
Not for real man, he gon' throw a block party on the beat, man
Ay, free the gang man, I came with this bitch with, ta-ta-ta
This shit going, nah, for real
(Oh my God, it's Beamer Boy!)
You like that thing? Nah, bitch, that's easy, mm