letra de beam - reckz (9c)
[hook – reckz]
b-tch when we pull up, we pull up wit’ glocks and they hangin’ outside of tha jeep
i was bussin’ my hammer that b-tch outta ammo so i had to switch it out under the seat
we poppin’ them bullets it’s bussin’ his head and we droppin’ em dead and we leavin’ the scene
f-ckin’ his hoe on the low cus he beef wit’ 9c but tha beam is what he is gon’ meet
[verse – reckz]
b-tches be talkin’ that sh-t but don’t mean it
we crackin’ his skull open just like a peanut
after i beat ’em i call up his baby
that b-tch comin’ over, she swallowin’ s-m-n
look in my eyes, you can tеll i’m a demon
just pass me the (?) and thе b-tch get to singin’
loud ass pack in the room, ears ringin’
i pull up wit’ m-ff-ckin’ sticks and they beamin’
i’m m-ff-ckin’ bussin’
i’m m-ff-ckin’ clutchin’ at you and ya mama ya auntie ya cousin
f-ck whatchu said b-tch ian do nothin’
all of ya captions are m-ff-ckin’ bluffin’
when i pull up b-tches gon’ get to duckin’
(?)
f-ckin’ wit 9c we bussin’ yo pumpkin
talkin’ that sh-t til we pull up and we caught his ass runnin’
[hook]
b-tch when we pull up, we pull up wit’ glocks and they hangin’ outside of tha jeep
i was bussin’ my hammer that b-tch outta ammo so i had to switch it out under the seat
we poppin’ them bullets it’s bussin’ his head and we droppin’ em dead and we leavin’ the scene
f-ckin’ his hoe on the low cus he beef wit’ 9c but tha beam is what he is gon’ meet
[verse – eddison]
yuh-
i f-ck on his b-tch
that b-tch gonna suck on this d-ck and i told her she belong to me
i be sippin’ on drink see these n-ggas so p-ssy i swear that they only be sippin’ on green
i just got an ar and it came wit’ a scope and a clip
it’s so long and it came wit’ a beam
dopest young n-gga that b-tch ever seen
i’m tha freshest all day and the freshest all night
i’m f-ckin’ that b-tch cus that b-tch is your wife
got a stick (?) and it came wit’ a (?)
got a b-tch she a thot but she lookin’ real nice
and i jump off the molly i’m rollin’ like dice
and i’m sippin’ on drink so i’m touchin’ the skies
got them bullets they big and they shoot at your eye
we don’t f-ck wit’ dem pigs
we don’t f-ck wit’ dem guys
b-tch ass so big it’s tha perfect size
we shakin’ the block
we gotcho head popped
we got them green dots
we got them red dots
b-tch we got them pans
b-tch we got them pots
and i’m friends wit’ my xans, they all that i got
i don’t f-ck witcho mans but i f-ck witcho thot
and that b-tch is so bad she know i got them keys
i break that b-tch back i put her on a leash
she pull up she suck on my d-ck then she leave
she pull up she suck on my d-ck she can’t breathe
i got some new dope and it came wit’ some lean
and i’m smokin’ my dope and i’m smokin’ my green
more lean, codine, it’s all that i need
i just got some addys but dem is for geeks
i f-ck yo b-tch, pull out and splash on her cheeks
don’t pull up me know i keep a piece
and we shootin’ to k!ll we don’t aim for your feet
[verse – estatic]
ctrl alt delete
don’t copy n0body i’m only gon’ do it if i’m doin’ me
stop talkin’ to me
and get the f-ck out of my dms if you think my features are free
(estatic, what the f-ck?)
then i pop me a perc til i’m ’bout to d-mn black out i told that b-tch shut up
she want me inside of her guts like a surgeon but that b-tch too ugly i give her a check up
you actin’ real hard on the internet, meet you in person you actin’ so sweet like a b-ttercup
talkin’ like that and i might have to f-ck you up
make that boy lean and it’s not from no double cup
i hop out tha coup then i’m aimin’ that glizzy
he say he want 30 he bet’ pay me fifty
i’m rockin’ his sh-t and i make that boy dizzy
b-tch i’m uppin’ that choppa i’m bout to get busy
b-tch got the beam on his head
and yo b-tch say she love me and she want me on the mothaf-ckin’ bed
catch a mothaf-cka talkin’ down on 9c leave ’em dead in the street wit’ a bullet to the head
[hook – reckz]
b-tch when we pull up, we pull up wit’ glocks and they hangin’ outside of tha jeep
i was bussin’ my hammer that b-tch outta ammo so i had to switch it out under the seat
we poppin’ them bullets it’s bussin’ his head and we droppin’ em dead and we leavin’ the scene
f-ckin’ his hoe on the low cus he beef wit’ 9c but tha beam is what he is gon’ meet
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