Lyrics:
listen to Beck
Stay wet
Hit a bank shot
All net
Fuck with Black folk
Learn step
Fuck with my folk
Read J.E.T.
All of my kin sure bets
Nigga
(Away)
Pop
good
When they see you doing good
So I say good riddance just because you won't accept defeat
Don't mean i'll move my footing , you was at my beck
Twos with the threes
In a coup with the keys
Get the noose the recluse got the truth for the geese
Whos got the fee
Got the booze by the G
Get
can play me 'til death do us part
Say you want it and girl I'm on it
I don't need to catch my breath
I'm at your beck and call
Maybe it's too late
give you all of me
Back against the wall
Still I kept my head up tall
Stayed at the beck and call of the dream I was destined for
It seemed it was less
having trouble with my give a f*ck
Flip over a dime heads over tails get my own luck
Reminded of good fortune when I watch the duck
I keep that pistol by
cll of my b-boys heads people my soldiers
Move to the floor and we breaking how we supposed
Damage up your mc line
Blam it up on your poster
Kill it
On the rag-less cars so they can't clip my spots
The Caprice's on the block moving slowly
That's the motherfucking police
Here come the laws nigga heads up
Better
Lott
The only way you take my spot is with a shot
I grab rappers by the hand and make sure they understand
That they can't scrape j-ro the man
And a whole year goes by in the blink of a pig's sty
Oh, don't be shy
It's rewards and the seats your support and deceitful
Oh, my, oh, my
Oh, my pounding
a fucking loser like I'm beck
I break up with my girlfriend in a text
That's a flex
That's a flex
That's a flex
That's a flex
Paint my nails oo man i feel so
on 'em in Ray Bans in a gray van with a spray tan
It's a wrap like an Ace bandage
Don't-give-a-fuck persona
To my last DNA strand, E&J in the waistband
your head ye yea head ye yeah head up
Keep your head up
My nigga keep your head up
Keep your head up
My nigga keep your head up
You leave me with no
the beat, sweet sweet, got you bopping down the street
Shorts to short-sets, shorties for short sex
Forties, my forte: butter fill and four Becks
That
trailed by gale force winds gustin'
Bustin' through obstructions with percussion like a wreckin' ball
Brothers runnin' game but to be honest I ain't
bullshit fucked with my head to be honest
Like you win, but do you really
Cause really only OB wannit
I move the bee the bonnet
Shit's ironic
Dude, iconic
at me
Pull your panties to the side
I know this girl with boots on she's turned on by wearin G strings
She likes her thongs with my fingers all
to model what I'm 'bout to say
My lyrics are alarming 'cause they wake up like an hour late
Met up with the person that I held over my head
Never had
know these niggas gone fold
Know some niggas with bodies got sent up the road
Im a ride for my niggas thats right fuck a wrong
Im a slide with my pistol
cool, collect
Unless you disrespect, I wreck you verbally
So expect the worst from me, I beck you with my intellect
You best be circumspect check, made
Yes, yes, I never stress, make a mess
On the mic sippin' a Becks, wearin' a vest
'Cuz, well, you know, it's that rhyme sayer
With the razor truck jewelry
It's because I want attention when I'm ridin' by
And the girls be on my jock cos my system's fly
(Cars ride by with the boomin' systems)
(Cars ride
It's because I want attention when I'm ridin' by
And the girls be on my jock cos my system's fly
(Cars ride by with the boomin' systems)
(Cars ride
to show the world What we're bout
I keep my head up and stay ten toes down
Yea I been foolish and made shit go south
Yea I been counted out by most of these
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