Beggin For Us (feat. JayDub)

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Holdup Damn
Now they beggin for me
Ain't going out keep a felon wit me
Like f*ck all the rats if they tellin on me
Like what? Like how?
I'm the king better give me the crown
If he squinting we shoot off his brow
I'm in the 6 I'm runnin the town
I'm runnin the town
Why? Cause ain't no one fucking wit me
Head tap we gon shoot wit no patience
And I keep the grippy wit me
Head tap in any location
Now they beggin for us
I cant f*ck wit a bitch I can't trust
I'm really having these dreams
Of mixing codeine wit jolly ranchers in a cup
Bands, Dub
We in the party then they know wassup
Getting money, wit the gang tho
Sippin wok wit the blueberry faygo
Head shot, aiming for mango's
Getting money we stacking like lego's
Like what? Like what?
Getting money we stacking like uh
Only fluent if you talking pesos
Cut em up I got blood on my fazos
I can't f*ck with a rat and that's cased closed
You gon switch for the bag if they say so
You ain't getting no money
And you moving around like a dummy
If they talking hot then we spinning they block
F*ck it we wrapping em like a mummy
Yo Dub, wassup
Lethal weapons when we in the cut
Middle fingers cause we don't give a f*ck
Run up on us you gon run outta luck
Like What?
That's a blast in the past
Got the cash in the back in the stash
You wanna get back there ain't no get back
Going up I can't take a step back
With the gang gotta always move tact
I be fucking the beat that's a fact
Pause, I might just run it right back
I be fucking the beat
Don't pull up on me I be tucking the heat
Ya bitch over her why she sucking on me
Why she sucking on me
Like what
If he spin through my block he get left in the street
Ain't no kissing and hugging ya niece
Hanging with Jake's so we shoot through they V
We gon up it and flock it then leave
Creep through his block and I'm totin this heat
Running fast but we shoot at his feet
He running real fast and got dropped to the beat
She gon f*ck, she gon suck, she gon get on her knees
Ain't no begging
Ain't no telling
If he talk hot I bring the tech in
No weapon, but ya'll niggas not wit the steppin
Feel my presence
When I walk through get to stepping
Ain't no telling
What I might do wit this weapon
What I might do wit this weapon
Why they beggin for us?
If he talk hot then his melon gon bust
Spin through wit the blick's in the truck
Run down like I don't give a f*ck
Like what, like how
If he talk hot put his face in the ground
Chop him up mix his body around
Double up but you know he got found
Run around Bands pass me the chop
Smack a nigga just for thinking he hot
22 right on top of the glock
Dumb bitch why you choke on a cock?
Fan duel Joey bring me a lock
Get money no I don't do a lot
Best rapper yeah I'm claiming my spot
Best rapper yeah I'm claiming my spot
Bands
I'm back in this shit
I pull up I ain't crashing the whip
Michael Meyers i be slashing and shit
Paparazzi get to flashing and shit
Like What
Like I'm in this for real
And I ain't even sign me a deal
Dub got the chop he gon shoot at ya top
Then f*ck it I'm sliding on em wit the steel
Like, you ain't getting no money
And you moving around like a dummy
If they talking hot then we spinning they block
F*ck it we wrapping em like a mummy
Yo Dub, Wassup
Lethal weapons when we in the cut
Middle fingers cause we don't give a f*ck
Run up on us you gon run outta luck

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