(You got one with this one, Melody)
Yeah, man, I feel like swervin' in this bitch, nigga
Chain gettin' tangled up or somethin'
Uh, it's Beezy, nigga
You know, real diamond in the dirt, man
Yeah, man, let's get it
Uh
Yeah, uh
Okay, six figures (Figures), vacuum sealers, Rams stay out them trenches
Pendant hittin' (Yeah), Glock with the switch like I still be with killers
Lamb' truck (Yeah), sittin' in that back like, "Who wan' be a victim?" (Who?)
I tell 'em get him, he ain't my mans, I pay my mans to zip him
Just countin' a hundred, don't be a fool 'cause niggas died for nothin' (Niggas died)
'Rari truck, mm, oh, he don't get it? He probably think I'm stuntin'
Bulletproof, Tris in this juice like I was Bishop (Yeah) 'cause I can never feel 'em
Listenin' to Drilla, I go to clutchin' for nothin'
Pop a Ram, S580, I could've copped the Track' (Watch)
I call 'em Liz, but that's code words when I go shop for hats
Shoot at my ho, ain't duckin' bullets, I go to poppin' back
I tell 'em kill me 'cause I can't never take no standin' rat (No)
I was down bad (Bad), it was either food or go and buy this pack
Knew I had a heart (Heart), but it's hard to love when you be shakin' back (For real)
Bro 'nem make a spread (Spread), shit on his head, he went from bad to wreck
ID to E (What?), and in his pants, he gotta keep a splatt
It's Beezy, nigga (Beezy), I bought guns tryna get even with him (Yeah)
Sixty in the trenches and jewelry, I don't even see them niggas (See 'em)
Plug just sent the load for a hundred, I let my people get 'em (For real)
Know they hate to see me shinin', they try me, I'ma delete them niggas
Had to boss up (Boss), been doin' good even though I lost much
I don't talk much (Much), diamonds be different, ain't got a flawed cut
Came from the East (East), a different breed, I left 'em starstruck
I'm Tyro baby (Yeah), postin' them trenches and get 'em off somethin' (Uh-huh)
Okay, six figures (Figures), vacuum sealers, Rams stay out them trenches
Pendant hittin' (Hittin'), Glock with the switch like I still be with killers (Okay)
Lamb' truck (What else?), sittin' in that back like, "Who wan' be a victim?"
I tell 'em get him, he ain't my mans, I pay my mans to zip him
It's Beezy, nigga
Yeah, see him
For real, I'ma delete them niggas
Woah, muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy cup
Beezy
Get him, ayy, get him, he ran
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