dloading – beat it lyrics
yeah
yeah, uh
told her i’ma beat it
but i ain’t talking billy jean
she gon’ feel the d+ck in her spleen
make a movie scene
b+tch i’m to high of the gas
n+gga ain’t sippin’ no lean
walk up in his crib
f+ck n+gga think it’s a dream
f+ck it might send the whole team
kick down dat door
momma and ya brudda gon’ scream
thot bih tryna turn to a queen
drug test coming up
n+gga know my p+ss ain’t clean
n+gga still smokin’ that weed
glock 42 red dot tactical beam
and i gotta glock 17
wit my n+gga jay
toting on the big dirty k
spray ya, but we ain’t spraying mace
this ain’t no clan
my n+ggas run up like faze
murder in all type of ways
put the stick in ya mouth
eat the clip up like cake
ain’t no milk make sum shake
n+gga been muttin’ this rapping sh+t
like in a h+llcat all gas no break
take the b+tch out to a five star restaurant
ops out know you gotta keep that drake
watch who you keep close in yo circle
yo dog could turn to yo snake
chop the n+gga head off
put it in a mailbox
then throw that n+gga body in that lake
n+gga wit the gang
n+gga wit the mob
doing fye sh+t b+tch you can’t partake
smoking on the chiefs
b+tch i’m from the 813
seen my first gun at age three
hit him in his spleen
momma tried to keep me out the streets
but them b+tches keep calling
snapping on the beat
i can do this sh+t in my sleep
get the broomstick finna do a sweep
slide in a jeep
b+tch you know my pack ain’t cheap
for the zip i need 320
ain’t sh+t funny
when gang bussin’ thru yo door
putting hollow in yo f+cking tummy
wanna play games
do i look like gta
i’ll show u what that red rum be, b+tch
told her i’ma beat it
but i ain’t talking billy jean
she gon’ feel the d+ck in her spleen
make a movie scene
b+tch i’m to high off the gas
n+gga ain’t sippin’ no lean
walk up in his crib
f+ck n+gga think it’s a dream
f+ck it might send the whole team
kick down that door
momma and ya brudda gon’ scream
thot bih tryna turn to a queen
drug test coming up
n+gga know my p+ss ain’t clean
n+gga still smoking that weed
glock 42
red dot tactical beam
and i gotta glock 17
wit my n+gga jay
toting on the big dirty k
spray ya, but we ain’t spraying mace
this ain’t no clan
my n+ggas run up like faze
murder in all type of ways
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