Willie Beamen

Walk in Walmart broke and leave out a thousandaire (Bands) Flip so many bricks, move the weight of a thousand bears Sip a four of Hi-Tech, tellin’ God like a thousand prayers (Amen) Punched some stocks outta Bitcoin, got a thousand shares Hit her off a 30, I be in her shit for hours (Perc) The bitch sour patch, pussy sweet but she sour (Ew) Niggas on they live talking shit but they cowards Before we slide down that nigga block, kill the power Trappin' out the park lil nigga I ain’t playin' (Nope) Watch your mouth nigga think about it ‘fore you say it Ain’t the type to scam but I will let this K hit (Bop Bop Bop) Posted wit a Drac gone make a nigga shiggy shake shit Momma said chill out ima swipe anyway On my granny I’ma chose death over life any day Hit your bitch and kick her out, naw bitch you can’t stay Doing 90 in a Scat while I’m dreaming bout a Wraith (Zoomin') Oppositions all around, tryna bring a nigga down (Down) That ain’t it patch, must’ve thought we was clowns (Ha ha) Smokin’ gas helly loud, in the money I'ma drown Feelin' like a king, bitch bring me my crown Reachin’ for the sky off a woody, bitch I feel a buzz Slide on your mans with the rolly, make him give it up (Snatchies) I’m just tryna touch M’s and give my mom a Bentley truck Your bitch hit my line sayin' she gone let me really fuck And she a lil freak hoe, just how I like it (Yeah) Yeah she know I like freak bitch, she a psychic (Ooh) Juugin’ niggas like I’m T-Mobile with my sidekick Hoes make a full house just like Nick at nite bitch Brody choppa got a scope And that bitch came with a beam (Boom) And my glizzy got good aim This bitch shoot just like Kareem Your lil nigga ran up on me And he ain’t even know me Bro just ate like 24 My brother shoot like Kobe Put some vacuum seals on the road Give ‘em to my hoes Brody keep a pole That bitch long, look like Squidward nose Plug call my phone and he say that he got the load I ain’t worried bout the price, I know I’ma cop on the low Fiends all around, this bitch Sarah, she shop at Lowe’s Or my brother Soqqo in the crib, he poppin’ smoke Niggas movin' Gfuel outta state, shit gotta go But it’s just a cover lil' nigga, we droppin' coke 50 addies later, feds still ain’t caught Jerome (Nope) Crazy how that shit work, like a Tachanka roam (Boom) All my brothers got a foreign plug for all the scams Niggas duck and dodgin' out to Cali, just like the Rams (Ooh) I’ll knock a nigga son off to plug my mans (Yessir) Hit the road movin' big weight, these ain’t no grams (Nope) Goofy nigga thought shit was funny, comic sans (Ha ha) Now he gotta share a new bed with them plants Whole clique broke, man you niggas ain’t got no bands (Broke ass nigga) Make your baby mama run a route, she got her plans Playin’ tee ball with my dick so the asian hoes will eat it Put the yoppa with the yiddies in his mouth, got him teethin' (Boom boom boom boom) Brody call a nigga Ray Charles, I ain’t see it My bitch hate the King of Pop, she don’t ever let me beat it (Hee hee) Pussy so good, got a real nigga fiending ‘Cause when I’m in her end zone she think I’m Willie Beamen (Yeah she think I'm Willie Beamen)