Splurge - Beat By Jeff lyrics

Haha, ayy, yeah, hah f** Splurge man f** everybody who with n***a man Is he signed or what? Ayy let me hear that ho Jeff Ooh ooh I'm back on that f** sh**, that f** sh**, that f** sh** Reach out the car with the pistol, I'm bustin' Ain't tryna talk, you ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' It's a new day so I'm gettin' new money Servin' the white, get your nose real runny Chopper gon' chop you, your body look chunky Just got a pint so I pour up the muddy My phone keep ringing, I can't even worry Catch you in traffic, ain't got time to lurk My lil n***a talkin' crazy, retarded, bezerk You know it ain't sh** to get put on a shirt Got a whole lot of fans, got a whole lot of haters Whole lot of bands and a whole lot of paper We want the smoke, yeah we want the vapor Can't f** a white ho, f** around say I raped her I'm goin' up, can you see how they treat me? Then you gon' play me, lil b**h is you tweakin'? We come and get bodies, yeah we the grim reaper I never liked school so I disrespect teachers You better go handle your business I'm talkin' rackades, I'm talkin' digits Go make me aim some big sh** at his fitted Roll up a wood right now, gettin' lifted They say I'm trippin', say I see the devil Rank one gang, I'm on a new level Don't need aim, I'm good with this metal Know when to go through the metal detector Hoes want to kick it but I don't Make fifty bands off an iPhone I'm still sayin' "who?" like Mike Jones If you f** with the movement then right on I mix the green and the purple together Me and the Glock go perfect together You and the feds be workin' together I got on Gucci, it got a bird feather We pull up on him, catch you smokin' dope Last thing he seen was my eyes in the scope You ain't on that gang sh**, boy you a ho I'm not a trapper but bricks for the low Wrap 'em up, wrap 'em up, wrap 'em up, wrap 'em Bust up the laws and make 'em call back-ups Streets ain't safe, you better go strap up Double cup and ice, I'm pouring Act up I don't f** with peons, leave me alone Look at my jacket, this b**h is from Rome Treat her like a dog and give her a bone I pull up with sticks, we pull up with stones Right now I'm on cloud nine, I can't feel my mind We ain't kissin', hit that b**h from behind Treat him like Ricky, put a hole in his spine Meet me at the store and be there on time n***as is b**hes, they all in they feelings 'cause I'm goin' up I got a blunt but you cannot hit it because it too stuffed My neighbor do laws, don't come to the front After I f** I kick her like a punt You a cap rapper, you lie when you rhyme Gotta come with some money, don't know about signing Aim at the head, aim for his lining Hit from the back, a** like Blac Chyna Been through a lot but the people don't see it Smokin' good dope, feel like Sosa, I'm chiefin' n***as be talkin', my n***as not speakin' We got them sticks on us, we playin' defense Don't think about goin' in the streets I got my leg deep down in the streets I know that y'all peep n***as tryna be me AR-15 knock the doors off a Jeep The OG's tell me just keep pushin' I know you smell me, OG cookie Look at them staring, b**hes lookin' Your b**h is bust down, let me get in that p**y This my beat, the last song I meet The chopper gon' sing, the chopper gon' shoot I'm sippin' honey like Winnie the Pooh I cover my face and pop out, peek-a-boo Yeah, uh-huh I told y'all I don't like to do hooks and sh** Haha, I'm good, keep goin' Splurge sh**, new sh** on the way man Jefferson on the beat b**h, yeah