[Verse1: Beezy Tha Rapper]
I'm so closer to greatness
My n***as k**ers they Crazy
We gon kidnap The kids
And we gon k** every baby
Mercedes Havin my baby
These b**hes think I'm a god
These b**hes think It's a game
No memory card I can't save em
My flow so sick
It's contagious
I need a nurse for my patient
Think these n***as ain't snitchin
Could make a book out a statements
Couple shots and I'm faded
Got 30 rounds for a hater
Troy Polamalu yo b**h
Pittsburg I'm a steeler
Gotta get these dollars too millions
Gotta get some guns for my k**ers
Gotta move my family too mansions
Gotta make this rap career happen
Cause if I don't
Then it's tragic
I pray to god it don't happen
Never said this before
I'm a go to robbin' them crackas
Like gimme that
And put yo
Hands behind yo back
Any f**in wrong move
Thats yo head
Blah blah blah
Simple as that
God damn
It's blood everywhere
Ain't nobody see it
But Everybody heard
[Beezy Tha Rapper]
MeyoniV !
Yeah
Yung Mucho
Beezy Tha Rapper
TOBMG
Gold Gang
SML n***a
[Verse2: Beezy Tha Rapper]
Clover leaf n***a
Shout out all my lil n***as
Index finger on that trigger
p**y good she lick my fingers
Redbone wit' a a**
Don't go to school
But she got cla**
If she throw that p**y at me
I'm a hit wit' my bat
If you wit' Jill
You get jack
Money talks
I interact
We gon find out where you live
And leave a bullet on the mat
Boy you Microsoft yo girl just left you for a Mac
I'm a blow her brains out
Could see my dick from the back
She said Beezy do me fast
I gotta go lets make this fast
I'm a pro
Should I just
Sell my soul
Gotta Spanish ho
And she know
I love head deep throat
Can't fall in love wit' no ho
The only thing I know
sh** I only have 2 goals
I only have 2 goals
And that is get money, get money
I Was ridin' through venice
Wit' my n***a and My Chauffer
Lookin' for some b**hes
Who got credit
And they own door
MAKAVELI tatted
Had some b**hes in my hotel
Yeahhh so f** you n***as
Hit the strip club
Make it rain on strippers
And n***as
And more strippers
This is it
This is it
I do it for my n***as
You do it for a b**h
From Miami n***as dyin
Over handkerchiefs
Just gotta letter from god
I think I'm heaven sent
Yeah I might know some n***as
Who might know some k**ers
Boy they guilty as f**
To me they innocent
Yeah we campin' out
This sh** so intense
Mami say I'm chulo
Told her
Usted debe
Beat that p**y
It's redder than a watermelon
Yeah it's all or nothin'
Cause we ain't holdin' back
My hood we go to war
This sh** is like Iraq
I'm goin' beast mode
Ready for combat
Anybody want it
It is on then
We tried to warn them
But now it's to late
Can't take back watchu say
We show up to yo place
You open up that door
V2 is on the way, Lil n***a !
(Screams)
[Outro:Beezy Tha Rapper]