Billionaire Boy$cout - Meet Me By The Seashore lyrics

Yeah Ya n***as know what it is man, Mercy great man Shouts out to all my real n***as Man All my real D-boys that be out here man When I do sh** like this, I do it for ya man Streets f**in with me Chorus 1x Coca cola we got boulder of that cheese boy My Motorola going loco I'm a Dboy We serving Waka Flocka, yoppers, and that lean boy Ya wanna know where it's coming the seashore Ya need a ton of water meet me by that seashore Ya want to know where it's coming from the seashore Ya need a ton of water meet me by that seashore Ya want to know where it's coming from the seashore Mercy Great Verse 1: I get it off the docks, don't sale crack but I rock The plug only touch the chop, I ain't gotta dodge the cops But they still know I'm hot, I got my streets on lock And Burnham Drive the block, them shorties down to pop I been around a lot, getting money and pounding and thots One ounce I bounce and cop, somehow I found the top My n***as serving loud we call that Waka Flocka These n***as talking loud but we squeeze louder choppers We went from serving mid, to kush to lean to yoppers L's Gang we get it in ain't got no other option These n***as say they real but to me they imposters My n***as drilling k** we got that Willie Wonka You n***as need to catch up two fifths of henny fresh blunts Cause me and Jon-O next up, you need the best dope text us My money on CD press plus guess you didn't get it uh uh Selling water by the water you n***as don't disrespect us Chorus 1x Jon-O Verse 2 My n***as is holding man, get colder of soda can Straight drop and then sold them grams eighth copped and it's over fam Maybach and them rover, lambs, weight up ain't no folding bands Straight s*uts and they holding hands wake up to some sober twins They f** then it's more of them, make up with some swollen limbs My place when it's 4 am, got base but then sold the rims Irate with the opium why hate wrist the frozen gems Got cake b**hes on to him my bait b**hes run for 10 (saltbuck) Chorus 1x Mercy Great Verse 3 Got n***as thumbing through checks, got shorties running with teks They'll put some slugs in yo neck, my n***as want they respect In U.p-town I'm a general I salute to the deck I'm so south burb official bruh yo ain't even no threat (threat) Making plays that's all I know, buzz running just like our hoes Don't like sh** sunny it's raining in my home, ain't sh** funny but these lames they jokes Cla** in session ma f**a take notes, for some strange reason I attract crazy hoes But I'm Burn Block crazy with a insane flow said I'm Burn Block crazy with Insane flow Custos I'm tryna get 'em good told him meet broski in the Brittany Woods Plot on me b**h I wish you would, have ya body found up in a different hood n***a we in to it, you gotta gun you see the opps Than little shorty use it, in my town it be boomin We don't run when we see the cops, they better keep it moving We don't run when we see the cops, we just get the shooting We tote heat then lose it, the keish I cop the newest Ya cop that huff that bull sh**, from the south burbs like cool kid Chorus 1x