straight drop - lil beezy lyrics
shootin’ like zach so you know i keep 4k
them women want my money, don’t talk to me
i told them, lil n*ggas talkin’ sh*t
i’m runnin’ around, gettin’ head on my drivers seat
i got the glock right on side of me
back, when i was broke, they didn’t acknowledge me
now they wanna suck me ‘n’ swallow me
walk in the mall and blow racks, no apologies
[?], no styler, they stylin’ me
i’m in the club with my thug, my brother, a plug
he lower the number on drugs
my glock, he fill you with slots, if you actin’ tough
so, boy, don’t think of runnin’ up
two sticks on me, on my chain, like nunchucks
shoot the club up, n*gga, we don’t give one f*ck
pretty lil betty, got a pretty set of pom poms
blackwood, bigger than a [?] of a pom pom
just another n*gga, mayne, who say i want some
[?], slob on my d*mn kn*b
imma tell you right now, n*gga, you don’t want none
i got something to solve, [?]
i know some n*ggas, they sellin’ [?] rocks
i know some n*ggas, that’s pimpin’ and steamin’ cars
hermes link on my neck, [?]
imma cash out, n*gga, i don’t own a credit card
tell me what you know about hustlin’
’bout gettin’ money
is you gonna get it right [?]
is you [?]
or is you gonna make the trap jump like a bunny
push a n*gga sh*t bag, like a bad barbie
i don’t know you, so the text, what i gotta charge her
[?] twelve in a h*llcat charger
they cought off [?] like a n*gga was a dodger
n*gga you a [?]
i don’ believe sh*t that you sayin’
i don’ believe them games that you playin’
ring, ring, go away, what they gon’ be sayin’
wanna pull up wit’ the chopper, [?]
i got no respect for a n*gga that be cryin’ wolf
i’m the type of n*gga, pull up on you, get yo’ sh*t too
and as long as they pay that, imma stack it, like books
i don’t squash beef, never let a n*gga of the hook
for the first time i layed my eyes on her
i don’t even had to go ‘n’ spend a d*mn dime on her
baby i don’t tryna waste no time on ya
all my diamonds shine, n*gga, you a d*mn [?] stoner
new coupe, finna put some miles on it
p*ssy wet, told the b*tch, put a towel on it
committed, i ain’t walkin’ in the isle, homie
come around with [?] i ain’ talkin’ ’bout the isle homie
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