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FBEAT go crazy

FBEAT PRODUCIN' ALL THA HEAT

Had to tell the bitch calm down

She was really on some bum shit

I threw up, then recover

On Instagram on some drunk shit

I done fucked that **** bitch

He ready crash out on some dumb shit

I can't buy that bitch a ring

Only thing that she get is hood dick

It's like four to five Glocks around me when I pop out

One phone call, I get that **** x'd out

Bitch at my AirCnC

Had the **** stressed out

Now that **** wanna beef with me

Now that **** wanna beef with me

Fuck around and get rolled up in the cookie cream leaf

Why the fuck you ask me where I'm from?

It's on my sleeve

Why the fuck you cuffed that bitch?

I had her on her knee

50K gone and I was signed only a week

Too much of enjoying, started to catch up to me

Tented up and traffic, so the opps can't see me

Told they johnnies it ain't my Glock, they better not put that shit on me

I don't give a fuck about you ****, we can sneeze

How the fuck you spin 30 ball on some shit? Ain't ready to die for 'em

Fuck around, get stripped with a Glock 23, Michael

Better have insurance beefing me, GEICO

I wanna see it all, so I fucked her with the lights on

I was in the cell

Praying to God, trying to right my wrongs

Got out, now I bossed up on every bitch that did me wrong

Bitch, match Amiri with the, hmm

Mismatch Asaali with Amiri, bitch, I got it on

How the fuck you spend 20 on some shit and didn't get stripped for it?

If you really want some dick that bad, bitch, pay for it

Baby, pop shots that they sayin' they gon' pay for

To my townies every block that they been, put a k on it

Heard you try to save a bitch again, put a cape on 'em

If she pop Percs, my dick ain't going in, I don't fuck smokers

Bitch was proper then she got strangled like bardie

Screaming, "Fuck the ops again!" Hmm, hmm, hmm

Fuck the ops again

How the fuck I'm swerving in two lanes, and I'm supposed to be in one?

If I crash and I die, fuck it, give it all to my son

How the fuck you say hit a **** when you ain't spinned his block once?

I ain't' seen my phone, bitch, I was high off Runtz

Why that **** never go to jail? That **** sus

**** out here working with the johnnies, **** bum

Pull up in a **** back block and do it up

Told her, "You the type I like, let's do it up"

Alright, fuck that shit, I'm back tripping

What's up with all these goofies

With all these Instagram threads talking 'bout what they gon' do to me?

I'll walk a **** down with baby Drac', fuck rap

Had to knock a **** down 'cause he told me fuck, shhhh

**** think he hard, fucking take him to the back

You said you got a squabble on you

But we gon' run you like some laps

Back to back, back to back to back

Chipped they favorite homie, now they mad, mad, mad

Told FBEAT, "****, you better not cut this beat off

I'm still tripping on it"

Pow, pow, pow

Wasn't enough, so we put switches on it

She got down, down, down

On her knees, then she spit up on it

Balenciaga cost me like a thou', yeah, yeah

You a bitch, word around town, yeah, yeah

And I heard you told, you a mouse, yeah, yeah

Bitch, I'm tryna up the score, Mike Trout yeah, yeah

Tryna up the score, Mike Trout

Bitch, I'm famous, but I still might fuck a bitch on a couch

FBEAT PRODUCIN' ALL THA HEAT

Fuck this bitch in this house

Hmm, beat go crazy

Hmm, pow, pow, pow, pow