[Verse1: Beezy Tha Rapper] I'm so closer to greatness My n***as k**ers they Crazy We gon kidnap The kids And we gon k** every baby Mercedes Havin my baby These b**hes think I'm a god These b**hes think It's a game No memory card I can't save em My flow so sick It's contagious I need a nurse for my patient Think these n***as ain't snitchin Could make a book out a statements Couple shots and I'm faded Got 30 rounds for a hater Troy Polamalu yo b**h Pittsburg I'm a steeler Gotta get these dollars too millions Gotta get some guns for my k**ers Gotta move my family too mansions Gotta make this rap career happen Cause if I don't Then it's tragic I pray to god it don't happen Never said this before I'm a go to robbin' them crackas Like gimme that And put yo Hands behind yo back Any f**in wrong move Thats yo head Blah blah blah Simple as that God damn It's blood everywhere Ain't nobody see it But Everybody heard [Beezy Tha Rapper] MeyoniV ! Yeah Yung Mucho Beezy Tha Rapper TOBMG Gold Gang SML n***a [Verse2: Beezy Tha Rapper] Clover leaf n***a Shout out all my lil n***as Index finger on that trigger p**y good she lick my fingers Redbone wit' a a** Don't go to school But she got cla** If she throw that p**y at me I'm a hit wit' my bat If you wit' Jill You get jack Money talks I interact We gon find out where you live And leave a bullet on the mat Boy you Microsoft yo girl just left you for a Mac
I'm a blow her brains out Could see my dick from the back She said Beezy do me fast I gotta go lets make this fast I'm a pro Should I just Sell my soul Gotta Spanish ho And she know I love head deep throat Can't fall in love wit' no ho The only thing I know sh** I only have 2 goals I only have 2 goals And that is get money, get money I Was ridin' through venice Wit' my n***a and My Chauffer Lookin' for some b**hes Who got credit And they own door MAKAVELI tatted Had some b**hes in my hotel Yeahhh so f** you n***as Hit the strip club Make it rain on strippers And n***as And more strippers This is it This is it I do it for my n***as You do it for a b**h From Miami n***as dyin Over handkerchiefs Just gotta letter from god I think I'm heaven sent Yeah I might know some n***as Who might know some k**ers Boy they guilty as f** To me they innocent Yeah we campin' out This sh** so intense Mami say I'm chulo Told her Usted debe Beat that p**y It's redder than a watermelon Yeah it's all or nothin' Cause we ain't holdin' back My hood we go to war This sh** is like Iraq I'm goin' beast mode Ready for combat Anybody want it It is on then We tried to warn them But now it's to late Can't take back watchu say We show up to yo place You open up that door V2 is on the way, Lil n***a ! (Screams) [Outro:Beezy Tha Rapper]