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BeezyG
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Our favorite rapper is BZ the General
And I just wanna be with you all night
Fuck that love shit, man
Back in this bitch and you know I keep a Glock on me
Watch on me, cost six figures like the SWAT on me
Nah, homie, you ain't fuckin' with us, you a side homie
So run up on me for a picture, you gon' down, homie
Send his body to the sky like SkyFi
Shawty want me, think that we connect like this is Wi-Fi
Talkin' shit, not the same story when my guys slide
And all these bitches want Beezy, he a fly guy
Only 16, but niggas lookin' up like I was 44
I don't want that bitch, she text my phone, but she a dirty ho
And she spread her legs and I hop in like a banana boat
I ain't finna stop till my crib stackin' about 40 floors
Bag is not for fashion, you taxin', I pull the 44
Ain't no pedicure, but I promise we goin' toe-to-toe
Headshot, nigga look around like, where his brody go
Shawty fiendin' for me, said she ridin' like a rodeo
I'm still stayin' in my lane
Know these bitches want me cause these diamonds in my chain
Best believe I will not sell my soul for monetary gain
So I'm stickin' with my main bitch, she don't ask for a thing
That's my main bitch, and best believe you niggas will not find the same bitch
13k, hit my account on the day switch
Only 16, 20k in my savings
Most of y'all niggas ain't even touch 10 faces
And that's the problem, my nigga
Got straight A's, you think you got em', my nigga
And I pass with straight F's, I'm from the bottom, my nigga
And if we talkin' money, got a lot of my nigga
So therefore, I don't wanna hear shit
Cause I done made it without school, I do not fear shit
And this for Mama G, I wish that you was here, shit
Before you left, you told us, do not shed a tear, shit
You in a better place, but God, why she had to leave
First was a rap, now it's a letter to Mama G
And I promise will gon' grow up to that man he wanna be
Death is the only thing in life that you destined to be
Watch me stomp over all of y'all niggas like big feet
I threw dirt on my name so you never six feet
Watch me hop out of that van with sticks, we 6 deep
At this point, I don't think my mom can fix me
I'm a big dick, cold blood murderer
She said she like my style and she enjoy when I'm servin' her
These niggas talkin' shit before that diss, I ain't even heard of ya
So watch me sit back and take these drugs and tell them, hurry up
I ain't done yet, I got a path, I need to pave
I ain't givin' up my addy, no, that's where my mama lay
Shorty talkin' to the feds, had to tell her, Andale
Last song, I'ma take a break, but later on my way, yeah