Good In Beecher
RMC Mike, YSR Gramz, BabyTron
Huh, akhi play with TNT, hit
Yo block and fire, yeah
What up, Gramz? What up, Stupid Dog? Bitch
Ayy, huh
Akhi play with TNT
Hit yo block and firebomb it
Call lil' brodie "Tony Stark"
He keep that iron on him
Two charms bust straight from Hutch
Got me shining on 'em
Cuz got a pockets full of hitters
Mike Tysons on him
Treat freeways like landing strips
I be flying on 'em
Strikers ain't got no plates on 'em
When we sliding on 'em
In the jungle with some killers
Put some lions on 'em
Drew Brees thigh pads on me
Put the 9 up on him good in Beecher, bitch
I'm tapped in with them sack runners
Unky, he don't drink no Wock'
He used to be a Act' guzzler
Working like a team, I got the front
Bro got the back covered
Smooth with the words but fuck around
And let the MAG stutter
Cheese on an opp's head
He's an Aaron Rodgers fan
Embosser and a writer
Never worked with pots and pans
Bullets hot as hell, I shot 'em at him
Think he got a tan
Course there's 'bows around, dumbass
I'm in the spot with Gramz
I'll have BabyTron jugg you, yeah
We gotta ham
I been taxing niggas for a long time
Uncle Sam
Nigga, calm the fuck down, you is not the man
Pull a chop out on a nigga
Make that nigga ran
"How this young nigga out the
City?", I'm from Beecher, man
I can teach you how to get
Some money, I'm a teacher, man
Pull up to a opp nigga house like a pizza man
This nigga talk too much, he a preacher, man
I lost my nigga got me going brazy
Yo baby daddy broke, y'all got a broke baby
I know some niggas throwing up them C's
They be going crazy
You don't get no motherfucking money
'cause you fucking lazy
I ain't talking 'bout no bitch
He come take yo soul, baby
Put a bitch on that nigga, take his pole
Baby i be fresh as hell, that Off White
You rock Old Navy
I be walking with a stick, nigga
Like a old lady
Shit, I just got a pint of
Wock' from my old lady
Remember back in Northern High School
I went Girbaud crazy
I just got my license to carry
Went pole crazy
My sis slap two everywhere like I'm
Me and Gramz'll stomp a nigga
Out if he act stupid
I don't believe shit them niggas say
They make cap music
Treat my bitch pussy like a mic
I'm finna rap to it
I stop spice talking for a minute
Now I'm back to it
Take it back from when we first started
Finna press the gas
Bitch can't suck dick for shit
But got impressive ass it's a PLR
All you see is fire when the weapon flash
I think his engine finna stop, bro
Check the gas
Ghetto Boyz sack runner and a shitty gang
My Glock stutter like it's TQ
When the semi spray
As of right now I can pull
A hunnid out any day
I bet that DBX go through
Anything when it penitrate bitch
Written by: JERMAINE ROSSLyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust AveLyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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