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beyond me - toohda band$ lyrics

[intro]
(ooh, sh*t, that’s a danny g beat)

[verse 1]
park the whip, bruh, we finna creep
we finna hit them n*ggas’ block and put ’em straight to sleep
we puttin’ holes in anybody tryna stop the beef
it ain’t over ’til they all deceased
even when i hit the mall, i gotta take my heat
i don’t talk to a soul, that’s why i rap on beats
roll a three*point*five, i’m cruisin’ through the east
last time i seen 23, he was showin’ feet
that boy a trackstar
catch me in the suite gettin’ sucked, sippin’ wockhardt
b*tch, don’t get your ass slapped for tryna talk smart
the tesla came with computer ’cause the car smart
you survive this four*five, gon’ leave a big mark
b*tch, you know your p*ssy dry, need to spit start
rode the cullinan in la, this a big car
n*gga, why you lyin’ ’bout that whip? that’s your b*tch car

[verse 2]
that’s beyond me
all my ex*b*tches in the past, they behind me
right on my motherf*ckin’ side where the iron be
have you ever left a n*gga leakin’ on the concrete?
run back to the lo’, hit the road with a fine freak?
in miami drinkin’ lean, this a nice beach
my niece picked my soda up, why the sprite pink?
why these n*ggas’ b*tches on my ‘gram? ’cause they like me
old b*tch mad in her feelings, tryna fight me
i just spent three hundred dollars on a white tee
boy, we shop different
yours semi, mine fully, so the shots different
how the f*ck you comin’ bustdown, but the rocks missin’?
i don’t think that n*gga rollie real ’cause the clock tickin’
kissin’ all on a ho b*tch, he must like simpin’
opp n*ggas got the hoes fiendin’, why the dyk*s trippin’?
[verse 3]
i just woke the game up, they said the dice trippin’
he just gave me all his sh*t, i guess he like strippin’
how the f*ck you got a studio, but the mic missin’?
dog said he scared to k!ll a man, but he fight women
i don’t understand it
ar got fifty rounds, but the chop standard
my white boy in here trippin’, i’m finna pop tanner
we should’ve been robbed this n*gga, he from alabama
how the f*ck you say you hit the road but i ain’t seen n*ggas?
crazy how they say they hate a n*gga, wanna be a n*gga
n*ggas always runnin’ to the ‘gram, but won’t meet up with us
you said you wanna stay alive, don’t be with n*ggas
’cause if we catch them n*ggas out, we puttin’ heat to n*ggas
tray just got a hundred*round, he swiss cheesin’ n*ggas
i got five thousand on my cousin, really sleepin’ n*ggas
edd, ppp help the weakest n*ggas

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