Soulja Boy - Kingpin Beezy lyrics

Well if it isn't Mr. Beezy the Kingpin Riding down my hood, in that yellow crown vet All my n***as know that I got the Benz I 'on want them n***as know what I'm reppin b**h Same sh**, n***a it's a majesty On that f**in hood, n***a rest in peace to Eazy E Lil Soulja B, aka S.Beezy Ridin' through my trap Making it look so damn easy My pockets looking lovely n***as on that paper chase Caked up Soulja Boy, all about that grape swisher I broke it down n***a up in my town we gettin' HIGH n***a know what it is n***a do or die Young a** Beezy on that motherf**in paper chase Everytime I ride, you know ima get it straight n***as don't know bout that motherf**in weapon Come thru on your a**, when I tote that Smith-n-westin In the motherf**in club, show me love They pouring up and playing all my music SOD anthem, it's a party Hoes on my dick, that's whats up Soulja Boy Tell 'Em with that lean in my cup Double cup Hold me up Bottles of Rozay She say she like that ciroc, that vodka That's okay with me Lil Dre, I'ma rep it how I post up n***as know what the f**, empty tag on that old school n***a f**in up that pro tools No [?] n***as show me love when they see me on that slap Young Soulja Boy, n***a know I'm goin in Young a** n***a mane, came for the win Young a** n***a in this motherf**in blow You can't trust these f**in hoes, they will put you out Fo'sho Have you lookin crazy for that motherf**in doe Have you lookin crazy n***a You cant trust them ladies n***a Better tote your pistol n***as out to get you Ridin with that tinted windows, n***a watch your spinners Underneath the pillow, where the dope at Police tryin to slow me up Ridin thru my park like "n***a what the f**" Bustin at me, he's a b**h so I hit the po n***a knows whats up, I'm f**in with the whole crew Duffle bag birds in that back of that trunk I don't hope I get caught, so I'm toting up the pump n***as know whats up I'm Lucky Ridin thru my hood, police can't touch me Everywhere I go n***a, I'm looking so clean Red carpet on that shades, sippin on promynthazine Young n***a on that paper chase, bout his f**in doe Everybody know, I got it for the low Its that young a** n***a reppin SOD gang S.Beezy just another day, all up on that paper chase Young n***a pulled up and the hoes was on his co*k He had to watch out for them haters and them crooked cops Them n***as want to see you down when you doing good Got a million in the bank, well that's all good They want to see you fall, they want to bust your a** In my hood, ain't no love for your snitch a** n***a keep your mouth closed about that business In the motherf**in street, n***a please pay attention I'm all about my love, show trust Loyalty, with my f**in 9 I will bust n***a know SOD, don't f** with us All about that paper chase My n***a, we go gettas mane You knowin where I'm at Basefield, Mississippi Got a couple real a** goons, and they with me Reppin this sh** 4 life, loyalty n***a I'm in beast mode, sticking in the streets It's that love with that G-Code Stuck it in, my partna did it big 7 years, I shed a lot of tears Young a** n***a mane, all out that f**in bag 70K cash, why would I laugh Ima kick this sh**, really Its like I'm spitting life's facts True story, you know about me I climax n***as know I spit that real sh** to the fiends I'm a motherf**in king, like a fell out a f**in dream R.I.P Eazy E