Beyonce lyrics

[Chorus]
Yeah
Damn, damn, damn
f*ck around, and I might jugg the beehive
Beyonce fans, too live
b*tches think they run the world, Beyonce
This b*tch think I'm her fiance
I’m in a foreign car, we mobile
I'm on a plane, n*gga, who got T-Mobile?
Cooling in my city but I ain't local
Shot at that f*ck n*gga, watch him yodle
Shout out that n*gga, we up now it’s [?]
You can tell that I'm sick, n*gga, by my vocals
My n*gga head got a cobra
My new jeans carry a Cobra

[Verse]
I came up, n*gga, with a plan
Posted in the sun, n*gga, getting a tan
Buy a damn reader writer, and get them bands
I feel like Beyonce, I got them fans
My n*gga like Tyson, he got hands
Been doing this sh*t my whole lifespan
Saw 12 on the block, you know why I ran
Revenge Storms, n*gga, I still rock Vans
Bad b*tch, man, you got a Tran'
Since 9, man, I knew I was the man
Spongebob, I got the power within
This n*gga tripping, man, his blunt too thin
Rob yo ass, I don't care if you kin
Rob yo ass, I don't care if I see you again
Stolen credit card, what is the PIN?
I remember coolin' right in the den
I feel like Thug, my life So Much Fun
Pour my Hi-Tech in a Capri Sun
f*ck on yo b*tch and I f*ck up her bun
f*ck bout this b*tch? Man, she f*cked up my blunt
Took her to the mall, she want a cinnamon bun
She wanted two and I only got one
I'm at an ATM where you deposit your funds
Ran in a b*tch n*gga house, think it's fun (Go, go, go)
[Chorus]
f*ck around, and I might jugg the beehive
Beyonce fans, too live
b*tches think they run the world, Beyonce
This b*tch think I’m her fiance
I’m in a foreign car, we mobile
I'm on a plane, n*gga, who got T-Mobile?
Cooling in my city but I ain’t local
Shot at that f*ck n*gga, watch him yodle
Go, go, go
Go