Beavis & Butthead lyrics

[Intro]
Run that back Ka
Hey, hey, hey, hey

[Verse]
If the sh*t in the streets, n*gga, that's where I leave it
2z the butthead, this Glizzy my beavis
I'm doin' 'em dirty, can't blame 'em for leavin'
I hope these lil' n*ggas know if you point it at me, n*gga, you better up it and squeeze it
And I never beef with a n*gga 'bout none of these b*tches, you gotta give me 'nother reason
Baby just found out 'bout another b*tch so I know for a fact this time she leavin'
Lately I been tryna play this sh*t cool, but these lil' n*ggas finna turn me into a demon
Got bread in my pocket, they throw it like discus
And we slap the beef on the grill like a brisket
I was broke then a b*tch so I had to go fix it
Ten toes on the ground got these b*tches some millions
'Til I go I'mma keep this sh*t pimpin' like Scotty
This Drac' on my lap while I sit on the potty
These Forces is custom, I got 'em from Doddy
Didn't get sh*t for Christmas, I guess we was naughty
2z Lil Dundee I been in that water
We ain't doin' no b*tchin' we just goin' harder
I'm leavin' my mark, I might die with a marker
When it get a lil' hot we just get a lil' smarter
You cool with him, that don't mean that I'm cool with you
After I f*ck it ain't much I'mma do with you
Big booty b*tch I'm like ''Damn, I need two of you''
Momma like ''Damn it, ain't no gettin' through to you''
In that water foreal, b*tch, I should been a pirate
We hit they block now they callin' me private
I was gettin' money when it was a virus
We ain't had cable with no Miley Cyrus
They always told me this sh*t was gone pay off
Momma was cryin' 'cause she kept gettin' laid off
All of that other sh*t I had to shake off
I feel like the Migos 'cause I'm finna take off
Foot on the gas like I'm rippin' the brakes off
We can meet up, we can have us a face off
Let's see who can make the most bread like a bakeoff
Let's see who can work and ain't take a day off
I'm workin' like I'm tryna get to the playoffs
b*tch, I be runnin' sh*t, Lil 2z Adolf
If I get paranoid I let the Drac' off
Chop' put a hole in one and I'on even play golf
These broke ass n*ggas still hatin', do better
These n*ggas throw salt, they don't ever throw pepper
You ain't pop nobody, n*gga, you ain't no stepper
H2 GMB, we the F4 Megas
I'm losin' my mind, but I still got my head on
Anything with a 2 n*gga, that's what I bet on
I stand on my sh*t until both of my legs gone
If you ain't gettin' money you gotta get the hell on