Beech Daly lyrics

Peezy Beech Daly Lyrics

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Count 300 on the gram b*tches in my DM
Got so many cars think I work at GM
b*tch you know I’m getting money from AM to PM
Deaf b*tch Told a blind b*tch you gotta see him
If a n*gga hating on me I prolly hit his BM
“b*tch” I’m forever up I ain’t gotta reup
I’m married to the game I made her sign a prenup
We already gone ain’t no need tryna keep up
*PPSHHH* Now that’s real sh*t got some real n*ggas riding with me got a real b*tch
Thousand blues on me looking like I hit a pill lick
It’s blood on that money you know I f*ck with real crips
I ain’t cool with some n*ggas like I once was
I ain’t f*cking with them b*tches like I once was
n*ggas take 1 of ours then we want blood
Double clip taped to the AR n*gga duck run
I’m richer than a b*tch NAH I ain’t faking
Ice on in the trenches they ain’t take it
He done found out I ran up a M he can’t take it
Man I had plans to take my n*gga with me but he ain’t make it
Double C’s on my b*tch bag with the H bracelet
And she went and got snatched she need a waist trainer
b*tch I ain’t finna play games go get a PlayStation
They n*gga really ain’t on sh*t they just play crazy
Did so many f*cking turn arounds they need to free 80
You signed a $360 record deal I made $380
That’s 380 racks you better keep saving
Grinding like I’m on a skateboard I’m tryna eat baby
Doggy on his way with clean drank he on beech Daly
b*tch I’m all gas and no brakes and I’m speed racing
White diamonds of the black tee how could I be racist
My attorney could have been a boxer how he beat cases
Imma keep getting this sh*t long as they keep making it
Imma keep buying new whips long as they keep making em
Imma keep hitting yo b*tch she go keep tasting
Everybody get the chance to ball n*gga be patient
You ever seen me and Lou then you seen a M
My b*tch mama asked her daughter what you see in him
She say I see a real n*gga I know he a trick
But I go on 3 trips a month and I don’t pay for sh*t
And we VIP at everything we don’t wait for sh*t
If you don’t take care of your family you can’t be rich
I know all the tricks to the trade I can’t be tricked
Only real n*gga round me and fake don’t mix
Love to see you doing good me and hate don’t mix
Put that lil sh*t back in your pocket for we take your sh*t
Bet not ever catch you outta pocket I’ll take yo b*tch
And take her round some sh*t she ain’t never seen
Them n*ggas try to take my style they could never be
I’m Louie V down to the socks my fit 11 G’s
I can show you how to make a M I got the recipe
You gotta have at least a quarter mil to stand next to me!