Beam On It (feat. CFolk)

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Tasai

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Smoking exotic don't put nothing but pressure inside of the blunt or don't roll it
Tryna pull up in some shit that's so foreign that niggas gon' think that I stole it
Talking 0 to 60 in less than seconds so fast I can barely control it
Need my wallet so chubby it won't even fold 
Whenever I'm trying to close it
Ain't talking money then hush it
I don't do friendly discussions with 
None of these niggas they never on nothing
I'm tryna touch me a hundred
Need all the shit that I wanted
He a big flexer bitch run it
Empty his pockets bitch run it
Empty his pockets bitch run it
Y'all ain't about shit
Put some pressure on a nigga I bet he go call up the cops
I make the rules put the blicky to his ear now look at who's calling the shots
We chase a bag I'm way too in love with the money for me to go fall for a thot
Just like some tissue he getting exposed 
We wiping his nose and ain't talking about snot
Take off the vest I shoot headshots
F*ck nigga looking at red dots
Make a mop out of his dreadlocks
Bag on his head take his neck off
Sending out shots run up put holes in yo bed nigga you heard what I said
This lil tecca reload and then do it again reload f*ck it then do it again
Back to back
I'm going back to back
Heat on me I keep the straps
I got a mac rest that bitch right on my lap
Ain't talking computers but feel like I'm Herb
Fill a backwood with the herb
Calming my nerves
Hop in a whip and I swerve
Talking get put in a urn
Letting it rain no Usher but I'll let it burn
I got a K bitch
I'll let it spray bitch
You niggas want smoke?
I'm setting the date bitch
You woulda thought I was OVO nigga with how I'ma pull up with Drakes bitch
I do what I wanna do nigga waiting on someone to say shit

Go to the bank and I pick up a band
You make me real mad Ima turn super saiyan
If I say that I did it lil nigga I did
I'm smoking the gas you be smoking the mids
You wanna come try me lil nigga you can't
Say you a boss but you really a saint
Can't f*ck with you niggas you niggas is snakes
Ain't shooting no three I take it in the paint
Thinking 'bout money and how to get it
If you give me a pack bitch I'm gonna flip it
When I was young used to suck on my mommas titties
Wearing these shoes on my feet and they barely fit me
Look they say I'm a boss
Identical to Rick Ross
Pull up we pop
We getting the guap
I'm gon' catch a bag
These niggas they fags
You know I'm gon' spaz
On the fucking track

Swear to god this shit is easy
Look I swear to god this shit too easy
Shooting shit down we ain't shooting no BBs
Spray up the site like we doing grafiti
Green on his dome we gon' call him Luigi

I gotta go do it I'm bussin
Ain't shooting these niggas for nothing
I can turn nothing into something
Driving these nigga I'm taking a bucket

Bucket Balling lil bitch I'm a bucket
I'll up this bitch out in public
Shots to your neck and your stomach

Niggas talking shit put em' in a coffin
I don't understand why do she keep barking
Niggas talking shit bodies get to dropping
Pull a pocket rocket shit gon' get to sparking

Pull up with the semi leave when that bitch empty
High off the exotic bussing off the remy

All brothers coming
We fucking thumping
All these niggas goofy
We be fucking hitting

Fucking with a nigga that's a dumb decision
Aim be automatic shooting with precision

Man your clock is ticking
Gotta do my mission
And I got two blicks the Wanda to my Vision

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