Beat Execs (Beat Execs)
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Marcus, you killing the beat
If me and my niggas come to your party, we bangin' or murkin' somebody (somebody)
I'm with some hoes who don't mind beating a bitch, every one of 'em 'bout it ('bout it)
I'm with them hitters who packin' them pistols, I swear every one of 'em got it (got it)
Numerous bitches who wanna get laid, swear every one of 'em exotic (exotic)
And you don't wan' do it that way (uh)
You won't make it out of here safe
I see you niggas muggin' but that shit ain't nothin'
Bet a nigga gon' die with that face
Got a lot of blue racks and we count up our way (yeah)
New Lambo, we gon' ride the wave
Young nigga came outside today (outside today)
Up, I ain't got no real estate, yeah
And you knowin' how we get it, keep a pistol, official, we all came out of the trenches
Man, we need dawg out the system, you forever my nigga, we all been caught as victims
Since a youngin, you been grippin', I got money and flip 'em whenever I hold position (baow)
When my nigga fell, lift him, kept it real 'cause I'm gifted
We makin' our own decisions
We really don't need no warpaint
Shawty so bad, she gon' cause pain (yeah, yeah)
New Rolls Royce or a big, big truck, they all drive the same (oh, oh)
Hate snakes in the yard so the grass stay cleared
To these niggas, I'm out of range (uh)
We boarding on private planes (dope)
Bring a stick if anything (grrt)
If me and my niggas come to your party, we bangin' or murkin' somebody (somebody)
I'm with some hoes who don't mind beating a bitch, every one of 'em 'bout it ('bout it)
I'm with them hitters who packin' them pistols, I swear every one of 'em got it (drop it)
Numerous bitches who wanna get laid, swear every one of 'em exotic (copy)
And you don't wan' do it that way (do it that way, ah)
You won't make it out of here safe
I see you niggas muggin' but that shit ain't nothin' (huh)
Bet a nigga gon' die with that face (brrt, baow, baow)
Got a lot of blue racks and we count up our way
New Lambo, we gon' ride the wave (hmm)
Young nigga came outside today (outside today) (hmm)
Up, I ain't got no real estate, (nah) yeah
Like the opps, girl, if it's smoke, we gotta get it straight
Since a young boy, I been walkin' 'round with a 38
Ayy, disaster on my wrist, that shit flooded
You see my cup, you see my stick, both of them dirty
Feelin' like Drake, I'm straight out the six
Not talkin' a back, boy, I come out the bricks
If I tell you it's up, nigga, that's what it is
Not sprayin' your mama, not sprayin' your kids
Codeine got my vision blurry, but I'm rockin' Moncler
Free massages from these hollow tips, it's free to see how guns feel
If me and my niggas come to your party, we bangin' or murkin' somebody (somebody)
I'm with some hoes who don't mind beating a bitch, every one of 'em 'bout it ('bout it)
I'm with them hitters who packin' them pistols, I swear every one of 'em got it (drop it)
Numerous bitches who wanna get laid, swear every one of 'em exotic (copy)
And you don't wan' do it that way (do it that way, ah)
You won't make it out of here safe
I see you niggas muggin' but that shit ain't nothin' (uh)
Bet a nigga gon' die with that face (brrt, baow)
Got a lot of blue racks and we count up our way
New Lambo, we gon' ride the wave (hmm)
Young nigga came outside today (outside, hmm)
Up, I ain't got no real estate (nah), yeah
And you knowin' that I'm with it, pistol grippin', spinner tempt me, tryna kill an opp
Leaky callin' from a prison like he miss me, forever my dawg that made it far (uh)
I want all my children crippin', fuck the politician
Trench living, we gon' break the law
Bitch, I stand on Nation business, go against us, it's up
These niggas know we don't play at all
Ain't nobody really safe at all
Off-White drip, they gon' try to drain (ayy)
I need a bitch from the trenches in heels, let's see if they fuck the same (oh-oh), hey
I like her better in Christan Loub' heels, I know they won't love the same
Tryna kill a victim, niggas slide with aim
Two different opps, they gon' die the same (ayy)
I need a bitch wanna get matching glizzies
Who gon' hide all the Percs and the weed in her titties
Take a pic' with the fans, I'ma throw up the city
Make her count up the bands while I ride 'round the city
My lil' shooter gon' up when I say, he the sickest
I don't fuck with no-, them niggas be bitches
If me and my niggas come to your party
You might get hit with a hundred and fifty (ayy)
Me and my niggas come to your party, we bangin' or murkin' somebody (somebody)
I'm with some hoes who don't mind beating a bitch, every one of 'em 'bout it ('bout it)
I'm with them hitters who packin' them pistols, I swear every one of 'em got it (drop it)
Numerous bitches who wanna get laid, swear every one of 'em exotic (copy that)
And you don't wan' do it that way (do it that way, ah)
You won't make it out of here safe
I see you niggas muggin' but that shit ain't nothin' (ah)
Bet a nigga gon' die with that face (brrt, baow, baow)
Got a lot of blue racks and we count up our way
New Lambo, we gon' ride the wave (hmm)
Young nigga came outside today (outside, hmm)
Up, I ain't got no real estate (nah, hmm), yeah