beachside lyrics

[Intro]
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
Ayy, watch out (We found him)
Ayy, watch out
Ayy, watch out
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out
Where the f*ck the lighter at?

[Verse]
Uh, drank got me down bad, I'm dizzy
Twelve hang 'cause that spot be busy
Told the folks if they got drugs, get near me
Drip before I hit the opp with the semi'
I'm from the trench, I go Demon 'fore Bentley
Drank the whole pint, I'ma leave this bih' empty
Come outside, I got my fire, I'm outside
n*gga think he throwed, he tryna open his eye
I don't bе lacked out, I got two different firеs
Spin this b*tch out, I can get some new tires
Fit blacked out, like I sat in some fire
Made this b*tch stand down, she talm' 'bout, "Why?"
Come 'round the gang, you wanna act like a guy
Take her on a heist, I'm finna see if she a spy
My blick gon' slam, it's a victory fire
Your blick gon' jam, better not bring it to the fight
n*gga don't understand, I'm a thief in the night
My drip expand, and so did the price
Two different strands in my paper, they fightin'
I don't ever say sh*t, but these n*ggas bite
Your drip lookin' spacious, you think you could fly
The plug he think he Jamaican, he white
I got my Draco out, I know this bih' gon' swang sum'
Hit for a blick, I gotta write my name on it
Gen 6 Glock, I know gang gon' want it
n*gga ain't even the opp, you just hang with the opponent
Make regular drop look like somethin', they gon' want it
Talkin' 'bout "We opp", you not even on that
n*gga be hangin' by that light, I'm on that
.223 and the ARP
Mini-store lit, I got sticks in the V
Don't be capped out, you got drip 'cause of me
All these designer brand, I thought they was cheap
Designer brand, I thought they was cheap
Roll up some 'za, I like it on beats
You is a bot, every day you repeat
You ain't on sh*t, can't relate to the street
Sittin' on your 'za, you had that weed for some weeks
Give me two guns, and we can get a feat
n*gga better stand down, that boy better retreat
Capped out, talm 'bout she listen to R&B
Popped out, I leave my tire on the street
Opped out, you gettin' robbed for your weed
sh*t comin', I'm havin' money disease
Big stomach, that's from drinkin' that lean
Fit bummin', but I ain't trippin', I eat
Gotta have blick, n*gga hang in the bleachers
Up with the Gen, jumpin' out my hand
Put on these brand, I'm makin' 'em trend
I just be trollin', I promise I'm playin'
Twelve, if you listenin', this is not the man
Trench boy, act like I got it out the sand
Real trench sh*t, n*gga, f*ck you sayin'?
Sell some weed before I put it in the pan
Know you f*cked up when you put it in my hand
Know this sh*t up when I break down the strand
I got some V-Bucks, I can go buy some skins
Know she gon' f*ck if she drivin' the Benz
I don't trust sh*t, you see my fire through my pants
[Outro]
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
Ayy, watch out
Ayy, watch out
Ayy, watch out
f*ck, f*ck
Ayy, watch out
Ayy, watch out