Beggin For Us (feat. JayDub)

Holdup Damn Now they beggin for me Ain't going out keep a felon wit me Like fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 Fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck, 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 Fuck 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 fuck Run up on us you gon run outta luck