Beep Beep Beep lyrics

[Intro: Slimneedabag & Corey Patrick]
(Yeah, yeah, ayy, grr, Christ, CP, Christ, CP, yuh, Slim)
Yeah, chain, wrist, watch, watch
What up, you, not (HOT)
Pull up, got it
Pull up, got it
Pull up, got it, like that

[Verse 1: Corey Patrick]
Boy you the captain of capping, ain't you?
I got so much that it captivate 'em
Got a stunt double, sh*t acting dangerous
Don't play yourself, that's some masturbation
Where is the cash? Bet I'ma grab it
Oh that's your b*tch? f*ck it, I'm savage
If it's designer, you know I'ma bag it
Bring your orange tape if I catch my opp lacking
My n*gga Slim like 50 with the Power
My n*gga Christ got the passion
Wondering why you ain't see me
I'm selling dope at the mansion
Chanel my bandana
My n*ggas really be scammers
(Really be scammers)
They do not do it for cameras
They do not build, they got hammers
[Verse 2: Christ Dillinger]
Ten packs of Runtz just camе in the mail
b*tch you know we get thе benji's
And we throw it on the scale (big dope)
pus*y n*gga, please don't go in there
All my n*ggas selling dope
All my n*ggas got them bands
(All my n*ggas)

[Verse 3: Slimneedabag]
Pull up, got it, like, that
Spent yo bread on a chain
I spent mine on a gat
Pulled up in a Honda
n*ggas pulled up in a cat
And we make that b*tch scratch
Get the bag and make it stack

[Verse 4: Christ Dillinger]
When I pull up on the scene, they like "oh no"
Watch out, it's Christ, yeah he got the .44
pus*y n*gga know I tell a bad b*tch where to go
She be sucking di*k, she could down a whole soul
Playing with the snow, Christ Dil, eskimo
b*tch I get the pint then I go and pour a 4 (drank)
I want some b*tches (drank)
I wanna f*ck
I got eighty bands sitting in the f*cking trunk
pus*y n*gga, sour skunk
n*ggas smoking Pink Runtz
Now I got a bag, lil n*gga
You got options, what you want?
[Verse 5: Corey Patrick]
I know n*ggas died for some ice like this
Michael touched a lot of kids
Ain't touched the mic like this
I'm with the family, you ain't high like this
And that's probably why your queen wan ride this di*k

[Bridge: Slimneedabag]
You ain't fly like this
It would take a hundred ways to get high like this
I been smoking Backwoods, getting fried like this

[Verse 6: Christ Dillinger]
b*tch my life is disco so my teeth is made of gold
Yeah my money old and my sh*t is growing mold
Game sold, not told
b*tch we got that pistol so I'm acting real bold
And yo boy a snitch
He got locked up and he told
(He a rat, he a rat)
Came in with a big gun, big fun
pus*y n*gga talking sh*t
He can come and get some
(Talking that sh*t)
Gun longer than the f*cking Nile River
Got a gun so thick, make a n*gga look thinner
Got guns bigger than a pus*y n*gga head in this b*tch
Bullets so big I can barely fit them sh*ts in this sh*t
Got guns longer than a n*gga college disposition
Look at a pus*y n*gga, tell him stay in his position
I got fiends selling dope, I'm giving them commission
Take a n*gga b*tch and then I put her in position
(f*ck that n*gga)
[Outro:]
Ho asked for permission so I made her do the dishes
We been in the kitchen, we don't do no water-whipping
Put it in the microwave, beep beep beep
Balling like D Wade and I got the heat
Yeah
Bend the b*tch over, make her skeet
Yeah, then I made the ho swallow my skeet
Yeah