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trdee – beast mode 2.5 lyrics

[part i]

[intro]
(d+mn, jakesand)

losin’ me is dumb as f+ck, it’s somethin’ i don’t recommend
really do this sh+t, don’t do no cappin’, this is not pretend
sendin’ shots, so if the shoe fit, it’s f+ck who i offend
mad because i’m ballin’ on your mans? well, come and guard me then
model x with the cocaine seats, no, you can’t eat in here
i can get some head and smoke a blunt, ain’t even gotta steer
i’ma take your b+tch and give her back, no need to k!ll yourself
he ain’t had no motion in a while, that boy might need some help

i can drip myself, i do not need a stylist
i won’t tell a lie but just don’t make me promise
i hope you don’t get mad at me for bein’ honest
’cause if you ever callin’, come in just like sonic
glocky got a thirty clip, where dell curry?
i think that casamigo got my vision blurry
you ain’t got no money, bro, you pushin’ thirty
she was like my play shoes, i did that b+tch so dirty
ballin’ like i’m kobe and that’s to the end
they ain’t got no high, be all they do is spin
[?] demon time, sh+t, you might be my twin
gotta take a couple l’s if you tryna win (no cap)
[interlude]
you hear me?

[part ii]

[intro]
f+ck with this b+tch right here, jake
(d+mn, jakesand)
let’s go

[verse]
sittin’ on the work, d+mn, i ain’t know you copped a f+ckin’ seat
you can’t run it up, it ain’t no point to even have no feet
never seen a star, i got this lil’ b+tch in the room geeked
she thought i was slippin’, caught her tryna take the room key (never)
i’m a sh+tty boy, big dog sh+t militia, ho (sh+ttyboyz)
i know you be f+ckin’ other n+ggas, what you trippin’ for?
i can beat the price just like rocky, what you get it for?
always in my bag, never catch me in my feelings, though
she don’t suck no d+ck, she gettin’ kicked just like a f+ckin’ squeaker
d+mn, i got these b+tches goin’ crazy, feel like justin bieber
he was rappin’ all about that money but couldn’t cop a feature (lame)
she already had to double dribble, i ain’t had to teach her
game time, i’m ready, y’all n+ggas is petty
how the h+ll do you miss me, b+tch? you ain’t never even f+ckin’ met me
i wanna f+ck, she’ll let me (she will), quarter make her feel s+xy
he better think twice before we pop his ass like a pepsi (grrah)
i done shot the club up, i’m tryna k!ll the p+ssy
she the baddest b+tch i ever seen, she like, “daddy, whoop me”
can’t believe you braggin’ ’bout that sh+t, boy, you must want a cookie
no, i’m not no k!ller but, b+tch, you better not try to push me
i’m the kung fu panda, black crocs off the white buffs
we’ve been sh+ttin’ on ’em for some years, they don’t like us
i’ve been freestylin’ off the top, i don’t write much
been did that, that sh+t you doin’ don’t excite us
i be high as h+ll in the air, shannon brown sh+t
in the deep end but you scared, f+ckin’ clownfish
what the f+ck? chopper kickin’ on some f+ckin’ fourth down sh+t
i been lookin’ for a f+ck to give but haven’t found it (uh)
[outro]
y’all know y’all can’t f+ck with us, man, real sh+ttyboyz sh+t, sbdsm
whole gang lit, whole gang turnt (sh+t)
i don’t see no competition (sh+t, f+ck)
sh+ttyboyz, b+tch

- trdee lyrics

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