Beat It lyrics

by

Trippie Redd


[Intro]
14
Ay, told that b*tch to beat it, got no time

[Chorus]
Okay, gorilla killer driller, living like a dope dealer
Krispy Kreme moon walking, Michael Jackson, no thriller
I might tell your girl to beat it, Michael Jackson, no thriller, ayy
Who this hitting my line, for bro I don't really got time?
But tell that little thottie to beat it, ayy
Tell that little thottie to beat it, tell that little thottie to beat it, ayy
Tell that little thottie to beat it, tell that little b*tch to beat it
Tell that little b*tch to beat it, ayy
Tell that little b*tch to beat it, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1]
Stack it up, flip it, repeat it
If the hoes really- tell them to beat it
I don't want your pus*y, you can keep it
She sucks on that di*k like she teething
Got a chick that fiend over Rihanna
And a chick that fiend over designer
b*tch I fiend from only those commas
Getting money, I hit you with llamas
Yeah, we toting my n*gga
Take your b*tch, I be puffing my n*gga
I don't play no games with hoes
I just want my bankrolls yeah
Ayy, beat it hoe, beat it, tell that b*tch to beat it
I don't need your presence baby girl just beat it
[Bridge]
Ayy, pesos, bankroll
Tell that thottie go beat it, get out of my face ho
Ayy, bankroll, ayy, pesos
Ayy, I want all my money get out of my face ho
Pesos, bankroll
Tell that thottie go beat it, get out of my face ho

[Verse 2]
I've been chasing money, f*ck I gotta chase fame for?
If she don't f*ck the squad, f*ck up out a n*gga face, ho
f*ck what you gotta say ho
I'm just tryna get a peso
Baby I just need a bankroll
Baby girl I need a bankroll
Tell that little b*tch to go beat it
Like she let me hit it from all angles
I've been flexing on lil' shawty like a wrestler
Baby talking Kurt Angle
Perfect living, perfect whip, foreign whipping
Hell yeah, add it up, east sushi, like its chicken. (Hey)
What a gift, what a vision, what a living (Hey)
Got the Rari, got the Lambo, f*ck the Civic (Okay)

[Chorus]
Okay, gorilla killer driller, living like a dope dealer
Krispy Kreme moon walking, Michael Jackson, no thriller
I might tell your girl to beat it, Michael Jackson, no thriller, ayy
Who this hitting my line, for bro I don't really got time?
[Outro]
Perfect living, perfect whip, foreign whipping
Hell yeah, add it up, eat sushi, like its chicken (Hey)
What a gift, what a vision, what a living (Hey)
Got the Rari, got the Lambo, f*ck the Civic (Okay)
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