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beezyb - t.i.p. lyrics

[intro: fluhkunxhkos]
ayy, hkunxhkos
mob sh-t, n-gga, ayy

[verse 1: fluhkunxhkos]
used to post up right on front street (for real)
late night, serving n-ggas aunties (ayy)
n-ggas know they don’t want no beef (at all)
all of my young n-ggas dump heat
put a f-ck n-gga 6 feet (for real)
everywhere i go, man i stay with the blique (you know it)
n-gga talk sl!ck then he getting sh-t split
young n-gga look like he just hit a l!ck (gang)
young n-gga look like he just sold a brick (for real)
n-ggas just mad that i been f-cked they b-tch (what?)
n-ggas can’t hang ’cause they down and i’m rich (ayy)
sh-t wasn’t hard, just stay down for this sh-t (b-tch)

[verse 2: beezyb]
posted on the block, n-ggas get lit
sh-ll catching, man this sh-t gonna hit
h-llcat and it came with a kick (skrr)
fully automatic, only tote sticks
ratchet n-gga and i came from the brick (bricks)
set your -ss up, i sent the hit
everybody shooting n-gga, no miss
come around here, you gon’ get frisked

[verse 3: slimesito]
dirty trips, yeah i’m taking high risk
hit your -ss with that motherf-cking stick
chopper hit him so hard, i need a grip
once i start shooting, i’ma empty the blip
putting holes in your sh-t like a jersey
all my n-ggas in the gang got a 30
24 karat gold on my wrist (24)
pistol on the dresser, pinks in the fridge (gang)
been up in the streets since i was a kid
last n-gga tried got hit with the stick
all these f-cking straps, all of my brims
all these pistols got me feeling like tip

[verse 4: fluhkunxhkos]
all these trips got me feelin like tip (for real)
n-gga ain’t in tune then he better get hit (you know it)
hand on kids, b-tch you better suck d-ck (gang)
[?] young n-ggas smoke spliffs (ha)
n-gga talk brazy, i’m upping that stick (gang)
f-ck that sh-t n-gga, hit him and his b-tch

[verse 5: beezyb]
double-back, man i flip the whip
[?] and they tote hollow tips
extortion-all gang, boy you bound to get hit (extortion)
p-ssy -ss n-gga, you not with the sh-t
everybody around here toting sticks
slap your -ss up like you a kid (kid)
i’ve been holding since i was a jit
fully automatics don’t got no kick

[verse 6: slimesito]
hop out the car, i’m fully equipped
everywhere i go that trip on my hip
n-ggas pull up, i’m gonna shoot at their whip
shoot a n-gga right in front of his b-tch (gang)
50 gang, yeah i ride for that sh-t (50)
got your b-tch at the pump [?] sticks
ar automatics and it’s gonna hit
posted at the lawn, sending out hits (posted)
lil bro k!ll your -ss for a brick (lil bro)
free paint, i’m on that y’all getting sh-t (free paint)
shooting sh-t up like i play for the knicks
having pains but i don’t got a script
i’m wiping your nose if i find out you sl!ck (slime)
[?] then i’m gonna dip
mafioso lifestyle that i live
shoot a n-gga right in front of his brib

- beezyb lyrics

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