Let The Beat Stop
ASELLOUT
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Fendi for the ass cheeks Told them watch out for the sneak peaks And this song right here for freak freaks And it's two of me like Mr. Meeseeks Just like Tjay we got leak-leaked Now let me hold up Pour a cup up for the boys Got a freaky bitch she love playing with the toys F*ck with Polo G but I am not from illinois Weird nigga said that he busted in his drawers So I f*ck his girl like Monday Night Raw And I'm from Milwaukee so you know it's f*ck the law Taking all the cash going to a noble cause It's just me & Trey with two bitches up in the car You was sitting on the bench and i was playing with the stars Going crazy when i'm chilling and i'm balling on the court Give yo mama good pipe now she gon get a divorce In the I8 then I switch up to a Porsche Bitch twerking on me and i had to tell that bitch stop Big watch looking at my heat made my wrist hot Had to cut the beat cus I love when that shit stop Niggas tryna stop me I don't f*ck with the police People in love with me they be kissing on my feet Night tryna diss me on the snap while I'm asleep Soon as I wake up that nigga tryna press delete Nigga why you dissing me Mad cause yo auntie and yo baby mama kissing me they feeling me All on his social media talking bout he killing me He ain't doing that I'm in the house getting higher than the ceiling be Smoking on this wood like a mother fuccin lumberjack You ain't help me when I was down bad imma remember that Outside getting kinda hot i want december back Chop a nigga up he finna find out where the blender at I don't got my license but but i'm swerving in a big car Know you listening to my music like damn this shi hard Big money nigga i don't care about a big heart Knock a nigga out he on the ground, he can see stars If you got blonde hair I don't care about the ass I don't want you to be with me you can not be in my bag Bitches named Emily jumping up and down and getting mad I don't never gotta ask where the f*ck the bitches at Rock with me ain't a single mother fucker stopping me Stack the money pile it up this shit look like monopoly Topping me then she remix it and get on top of me Blowing gas through the mask man it's kinda hard to breathe Talking all that shit but that boy is never popping me I'm a real nigga I don't care about what the opp believe Doing what i like take her home for the night And she brought a friend too f*ck them both 6 times I keep it a buck like i'm holding 10 dimes We know where you at I got the squeeze like a lime I cant f*ck with bitches that be playing me They playing me I don't got a controller Why you thinking that you got shit You not shit honestly just stop bitch And I need ribs like baby back You a opp you keep on saving chats Toyo wasn't fuccin with the energy i amped it Took her to the crib and you know I fuccin slammed it Look at how I'm moving when I'm doing what I'm doing Cops pull me over they ask are you under the influence
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Written by: Solomon James, Trey Boyer-Herbst
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