Y2 - Beamin'

Must talk discreet
Prolly got piggly mic'd up Beasley
Manti Teo I'm anti everything
Five Five what team?
Pop new dialect
We don't do i-r-s
Mob like protest
Freelance she don't like new high speed
That's three new tings next week
I don't do bygones just bitch bye gone
Clap dome
Home team
You tap phone ring
Mans nu that like Nobli
We don't do police
2Pac nose ring
Fam don't recite
We don't know decline
Still push T
What's beef?
Shu Shu Shu
Too much Ra Ra fuk is you saying?
Yea
Blam blam
Head chest man down
Pour him a 40
Stick code
Don't tell won't tell
Don't even know him
G'd up F-12
I don't do books like booked cell
Much as I take I'm just riding debating
This M and this J to the face like a fade-away
Still wit the pain with this champagne and celebrate
Throwing this ice all over my body like it's Gatorade
Lit like literally
Tryna fuk eventually
My cup of menthazine saucy
We don't play games with em no more
Like ESPN I ain't gotta clue where she at
Life ain't sweet like Baklava
Hospital-ity that's a opp
It's a pity
Swimming in a dead pool
Water at the neck
Be more careful
Shu Shu Shu
Stack or you starve
Back to the wall
Price of it all
Staying or leaving
Ballin' or bitchin'
Prey or the Predator
Risk it or witness it
We all go eventually
I know you missing me
Bitch miss me like Shaq shoot free throws
We know
Phone still blowing up Cee Lo
Kid got distro keep low
Salt on lefty
I've seen enough cubes
Peel off that's Limon
Mijo
Must talk code that's Cold Play
Man not meant for the whole Mojito
Still dodge cans push water no bottle
Brraattt Go Hell We Closed
Mistreat mistress
I draw lick like hit switch
64 Ez
Chop down best plan
We don't slice egg plant
Babakanoosh
No rape case just brand new bitch getting whipped pull up then
Skirt skirt
Stack or you starve
Back to the wall
Price of it all
Stayin' or leaving
Ballin' or bitchin'
Prey or the Predator
Risk it or witness it
We all go eventually
I know you missin' me
Much as I take I'm just riding debating
This M and this J to the face like a fade-away
Still wit the pain with this champagne and celebrate
Throwing this ice all over my body like it's Gatorade

Written by:
Jason Robinson

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