‎be what it be lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, Neeko you made that motherf*ckin' beat?

[Verse 1: Summrs]
F&N, it stop sh*t (Ah nah, you ain't make that motherf*cker)
In real life you really a b*tch (b*tch), in real life we takin' yo' sh*t (Uh-huh)
That really is just how it is (Yeah)
Get with it or get yo' ass hit (Yeah)
Ten racks'll get his ass hit, yeah (Yeah)
Smokin' Doja, I'm up in the NOLA (Yep)
We ain't slidin' in no f*cking 'Rola (Err)
I was spinnin' with bad b*tch, I'm rollin' (I'm rollin')
Smokin' dope, and I can't even focus (Focus)
b*tch, I lie to just cause a commotion ('Motion)
Yeah, we the ones having the motion (Motion)
I did it without they promotion (Promotion)
I ain't broke, b*tch, you gotta be joking (Joking)
Give me head, b*tch, you gotta bе choking (Uh-huh)
Slide in the GLE, Draco hit his ass, 'hammad Ali (GLE)
The tints ran off my feet (Mе and my feet)
Pay the cost, it be what it be (Be what it be)
She gone out the motherf*ckin' E (Gone at the E)
Money so old, it's a f*ckin' antique (Yeah, f*ckin' antique)
Yeah, blue hunnids, no, got no crease (No crease)
I know you be slidin' on this b*tch with ease (Uh-huh)
I ain't stop until the racks increase (Increase)
Lil' Rino, I'm hotter than motherf*ckin' grease (I'm— woah)
I'ma just stand tall, n*gga, ten feet deep (Uh-huh)
Big .223 with a lemon squeeze (Blatt-blatt)
n*gga, Robin sh*t, this Robin's jeans
Sippin' on dirty, but this sh*t clean (Sippin' on dirty, but this sh*t—)
[Verse 2: Desire]
Big dog better get his ass whacked
I'ma play you, so don't get attached
I just walked in, I'm clutching that MAC
F&N on me, the b*tch go— (Blatt, uh-huh)
Brand new [?] on my hat (My hat)
CHANEL the Balenci', I'm walking in Prada (Bop)
F&N chip, I'ma go up without her (Yeah)
Doin' on bad b*tch, I'm f*cking on scholars
You see the Gucci snake up on my collar (Brr)
Don't f*ck with these b*tches, they just want a dollar
Stop flexin' your bread, lil' Sosa gon' rob you (Rob you)
Flippin' these hoes like a Motorola (Yeah)
She ridin' di*k like a rollercoaster (Baow)
Big Glock on my hip and it came with no holster (Yeah)
Got rich off my music, lil' n*gga, I told you (Told you)
Bentley Bentayga, that b*tch got Fourgis
My n*ggas creeping all up with they .40s (.40s)
My b*tch (Brr), she bad (Brr), she sippin' BACARDÍ
Pop out that car, walk down with the shotty
My n*ggas saw [?], and he caught him a body