Beamer Lyrics

Pull down in dat beamer make her eyes pop out She thought she was wifey, she my side thot

Now

The youngest ones be demons, tell your guys

Watch out

Graduate, or pay them bills bet he decide

Drop out

My nigga keep your head on, out here it ain't no game

I know niggas doing That time because they won't

Say no name

Nigga head fucked up cause when they ask what's

wrong, don't say no pain

He feel like letting motherfuckers in, don't

really come with a gain

I'll be on that road long, baby girl just wait for me

I just make one phone call, my nigga got some

plates for me

I play the grass, can't nothing, slither past

So ain't no snaking me My ice keep clanking off the cup, I'm sipping

this shit gracefully

It ain't just gon' fall up in my lap, fuck waiting patiently

How the fuck I fall in love with rap, was

Jugging faithfully

Pussy niggas say they hatin' shit, but say it playfully

Been official and that's one more thing niggas can't come take from me

He can't find a job, but his scale work All he know is sell work,

Before he eat go hit a sale first

Some niggas don't get they wake up, call until

Them shells burst

He Want to be the dope man without feeling

Hot, so he just sell perks

Pull down in that Beamer, make her eyes pop

Out She thought she was wifey, she my side thought

Now The youngest ones be demons, tell your guys

Watch out Graduate or pay them bills, bet he decide

Drop out My nigga keep your head on, out here it ain't

No game I know niggas do not time because they won't

Say no name Nigga head fucked up cause when they ask what's

Wrong, don't say no pain He feel like letting motherfuckers in, don't

Really come with a game I put my hand up off the whip, he see a stick

And rollie My young nigga don't wanna go on tour, he

Want a brick of cody I'm just coming for what's really mines and

All the shit they owe me Catch him with him, wet him with him, ain't

No rush, I bust it slowly Funerals or rubber bands, niggas chose death

My uncle Jorgen ran off with his shit, he should've chose Neff

I graduated from the streets, I guess the pros next

Solid gold trophy on my wrist with a froze neck

Ain't gotta bag him up when I come see you, keep the O's prepped

He made so much off the power racks, he need a gold set

Stack that money for his lawyer, then the load next

Hit a hundred plays, then go through a show next

Put on in that Beamer, make her ass pop out

She thought she was wifey, she my side thought now

The youngest ones be demons, tell your guys watch out

Graduate or pay them bills, bet he decide drop out

My nigga keep your head on, out here it ain't no game

I know niggas do not time because they won't say no name

Nigga head fucked up cause when they ask what's wrong, don't say no pain

He feel like letting motherfuckers in, don't really come with a game