Lyrics:
money and cars
Fools want to see, me go behind bars
They want to see me die
They want to see me die no doubt
Beenie Man shining and they all
panicking
While I'm rocking it
Beenie Man locking it
You bitchin like a bitch
Fool, put a sock in it
Rude boy cockin' it
Hustler stockin' it
now getting flocked to by these woman
The type to take me home and Topple they traditions
Her white family was hoping she would stay away from niggas
Haters remain out of my brain
Back in the game
Diss me for clout I am not cool with it
You are a fool
Don't know who your fooling with
Call me a clown
kung-fu, with sun-do
Come through, Beenie Man you don't really want to
How come you, think you can
I'm from the city where the muddy Mississippi might
wit' the windows up
I be the young dude
Chief into kung-fu, with sun-do
Come through, Beenie Man you don't really want to
How come you, think you can
Vagina
Finda notha crew of n****s that can f*** with this
Lyrical bully given verbal bruises to crews fool
You must be on dick dope and dynamite
How
and bang
If a nigga don't know better peep the game
SUC we running thangs
Finna smash me a nigga
I'm a young gun nigga by the name of Trae
Wrecking this
the God and gave him back his coke
Bitches yellin', Beenie Man swung on Helen
In the back of a cop car, Dirty Tasha are tellin
But suddenly a chill came
Vagina
Finda notha crew of n****s that can f*** with this
Lyrical bully given verbal bruises to crews fool
You must be on dick dope and dynamite
How
shorty what you drivin' stoned by your daddy
Oops, you almost had me, geesed up until I saw the truth
And one day I see you standin' at a token booth
It
Hey, if you're a duku man, you've gotta be stackin' up duku grands,
No fools round here, no lulus man,
You man are spooky, you do voodoo (You do voodoo?)
her man
You need a keys to a Beamer
Like I'm Beenie Man
You see me man, I'm a handsome boy
I make a brawl on my car lot dance it more
I be glances
and leave her man
You need a keys to a Beamer
Like I'm Beenie Man
You see me man, I'm a handsome boy
I make a brawl on my car lot dance it more
I be glances
I'm the pterodactyl, I'm the king of the sky
Different than everyone, I'm one of a kind
All these hater dinos jealous of me cause they see me fly
Chilling with Drake and Im loving the views
Got girls by the 2s
They ain’t in the pews
They on they knees keeping me amused
Man it seemed like I was dreaming
Tropical vibes
Build a spilf and get high
Cutest girl by my side
Fried
Cookie bop to the sky
And I know you know
She's the one that I chose
That's
They expected us to be
On DVDs talking reckless
They never expected for us to get connected
But you gotta respect it
Expect the unexpected
But you
Circuit's of all these other
Rappers you did the
DVDs you did the mixtapes you
Came up on mixtapes
Like every other underground rapper
In New York
I was
go to waste how shameful
I'm eating my feast full, plentiful
Tested by the wise yes bitch I'm fool proof
Projecting my demise...
Bullet proof vest in
gonna be a bumpy ride. We might experience some turbulence, but that's just the haters wishing we cared. So everybody else enjoy your ride on Fool Flights
Nah you can't use me
And your man couldn't touch me
With a 10 foot pole
At night I'm usually on 84's
Getting into my hustler mode
Explode on a hater
respect mayne
If not, fool you get bodied
From San Antone to Uvalde
You haters trying to get rowdy
Then let's get it trick, if you bout it
Got that legal
Took a loss now I'm a winner
Haters I chow them like dinner
Spend the cheque, make it back by tomorrow (tomorrow)
Yeah
Niggas hating from the back
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