Lyrics:
Brand new glock came with a beam (A beam a beam)
Bitch I'm so fucked
I can't even talk coz I had too much lean (Shlet wait)
19 19
Full auto glock and it
bang to wax, torture pack, pump it to the max
Till your heart collapse, fully auto rap
Slang bang to wax, torture pack, pump it to the max
Till your
Hit the wave like you're B meh
Hit the pavement like B meh
Break your back on a wood beam
Do it B meh
Come on B meh
You da culture
You da B meh
B meh B
sold dope
But if you put a brick right in front of me, I remember
Makin' sure they in the triple beam, I remember
Blow the fully auto magazine, I
love trouble
Start wisperin wit ya hands wide open, watchin you huddle
Big every down
Everybody got guns, let 'em ring
You fuckin wit me, let's all
enticing
My heart open wide
Electric like lightning
Seek and you shall find
Moving towards your light beams
You've been on my mind
Running all through my
Don't stop, baby, until we get to heaven tonight
Beam me up, beam me up, yeah
Don't stop, baby, 'til your heart's beating faster than mine
Keep me
do)
Spent tens of thousands on machines
(Machines) fully auto with the beams (Beams)
Run up on a nigga, squeeze (Grahh)
That's that shit I do for free
I still remember the night we jumped into the void
Wide-eyed and smiled, shaking hips like they're polaroids
And that's how we go by, broken
answered it
Rest
I don't know what you mean
I had a triple beam
I swear them old times I love it
I came from the ville
Born in the cola
All this white turned
hoodie zipper to the top
You ain't see us slip and sliding when we slip through with that chop
Life's a movie, like action but these autos ain't no prop
If
The room explodes
We be shooting them big beams
(Big Beams
Big Beams
Big Beams
Big Beams)
Unpleasant sight
Leave me feeling unholy
(Holy
Holy
Holy
Holy)
and jam some chips
Bible in the trunk, hope God with me if I crash the whip
I'm a scammer, unky in the trap with some slabs and bricks
Wide open, game
love trouble
Start wisperin wit ya hands wide open, watchin you huddle
Big every down
Everybody got guns, let 'em ring
You fuckin wit me, let's all
that beam hit em'
Nine up in his stomach, let it cook, let that fiend get em'
Dope up in his stomach, (stomach!) stole his car, let that auto-bot (Aaah)
by sayin' his name?
When all I gotta say is you's a bitch
Yeah, I'm talkin' to you nigga
You ain't no killa, on the riz-illa
So High Beam my nigga,
Foxx, Young OG (I hope you miss me when I'm gone)
Beam jawn (Girl I know, I know you gon' miss me when I'm gone)
Hit her with the beam jawn (I hope,
Butter Cream Butter Cream
Swag so smooth like its butter cream
Red dot sights with the laser beam
Rollie on my wrist man the shyt so clean
Butter
by sayin' his name?
When all I gotta say is you's a bitch
Yeah, I'm talkin' to you nigga
You ain't no killa, on the riz-illa
So High Beam my nigga,
I feel like Leonardo Davinci with lean running thru my kidneys, me Trip theHippy get Busy With autos that hold bout 60.
Baby you don't miss me, you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pull up with a beam pussy, nigga, gonna scream fuck that nigga, bitch, yeah, she gonna fuckin' cream
Pull up with
fully auto, ain't clean, pull up and spray like Mr. Sheen
This handting ain't got a beam but I greased her down, now she slaps off clean
Digga D, I'm
There's a light hanging over me
There's a beam running way down
Turning sorrow to ecstasy
As the dust comes to life
See the shape of Your heart
Sit back, close your eyes
Peep back, got you open wide
I'll let you get a taste of me
It's going down in mystery
Sit back, close your eyes
Peep
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