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letra de beast - dirty tay

[intro]
ayy, mal, what it do?
what’s happenin’, chi-chi?

[chorus: lil baby]
i don’t talk about what i’m doin’, i just get it done
yeah, i talk about what i got, i’m just bein’ me
bruh said take the top off the drop, gotta let it see
me, i’m bein’ humble, i can really be a beast, yeah

[verse 1: lil baby]
hottest youngin to come out the streets, boy, don’t play with me
you know i got lil tay with me and the rest of ’em
i went toe-to-toe with the best of ’em
never went out bad, learned a lesson
made it this far, it’s a blessing
and my watch compliment my necklace
hey, how you doin’? on to the next one
flying in the foreign, i done missed the exit
i ain’t even trippin’, i’m just tryna live
learned as a kid you get what you give
gave ’em real talk, now i’m gettin’ m’s
bruh said take the top off the drop, gotta let it see
me, i’m bein’ humble, i can really be a beast

[verse 2: 24heavy]
backend comin’ back in, can’t change me
now they sayin’ bodies droppin’ and they wanna blame me
i just iced out my cartiers, see ’em changin’
tell him to shoot up your block on the strength, he go at his top like bigen
hop in the ‘vette, do the dash
i got your b-tch in the back
i got a stick in the bag
still runnin’ from the narcs
quarterbackin’ wheelies, i can hit my target, n-gga
this ain’t no regular jeep, it’s a trackhawk
i pull up the tires off the asphalt
hit the block, fishtail like a nascar
that’s why when it’s smoke in the air, we declare war

[verse 3: dirty tay]
mr. wake up, go get me some money
i kicked the door in and got me some more
i’m gettin’ this bread, i’m lovin’ it though
gettin’ off that pack, i’m beatin’ down the door
heard you talkin’ ’bout this and you talkin’ ’bout that
if i’m on the boy mind, then i’m at the boy neck
knock the boy down, make sure that you stretch him
i know a real k!ller, you are now on his level
had to boss up, baby showed me another level
but i stayed in the trap ’til i got it together
fell in love with the trap, got it fast from the bricks
i ain’t shoot no shot, i don’t shoot for bricks
until i’m rich as f-ck, i’ma keep hittin’ l!cks
in my glock i love, i don’t trust no b-tch
yeah, real street n-gga, i don’t f-ck with no snitch
low-key in traffic, every whip got tint
rings on my hand, like floyd, they hittin’
so f-ck your h-llcat, i’ma get me a benz
i’m tied in with 24, i’m standin’ on ten
[?][2:05]
i f-ck with him him ’cause he let the kid in
i counted my bag and they let me in
i used to be her friend ’til i f-cked her real friend
sh-t, i ain’t even know, i was tryna get it in

- dirty tay

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