Beamo, what's really good, B?

What's really good? What's really, really good? Talk to me, what's good?

Ain't shit, you know what I'm saying? What's going on?

What's up, man? I need to get on that album, man, I need to get on that

The album is done, B, we just finished the album

Nah, I need to get on that, I need to get on that

I just gave AllDay the fucking, the ProTool session, the album is done, B

Nah, I need to get on that, B

I'ma get you on the next album, we—

Nah, I need to get on that

'Cause we gonna put it out in two parts, you know what I'm saying?

Like what's good? Like what's really, really good? I need to get on that

Listen, bro, the album is done, like I said, AllDay got the parts

We mixing it, you know what I'm saying? Like, the album is done, B

Nah, man, I got something, I got something right now, I got some pain, I need to get on that

You know what? You did just sign yesterday

Know what I'm saying?

You know what I'm saying? If you got some pain

Matter of fact, AllDay, put the beat up

I got something, know what I'm saying? I got something

Okay, okay

I came through with the new red things on my motherfucking feet, ****, know what I'm saying?

Them **** ain't got those shit, you know what I'm saying?

Them new Victor Victor dog shits, know what I'm saying, I'm saying?

It's that boy, ****, look, look

Yeah, huh, look, **** wonder why I pop shit, know I pop shit for a reason

I just been fiending, look

Dare a **** front his move, put him on defense

I just been tweaking, look, look

Raspberry hell, did it for a season, look

Victor dog on my sneakers

Shit, they ain't coming out 'til next season

I'm in a meeting

I'm in the Don C black coat

**** follow my drip, I make roads

When the smoke clears, this ain't truce

Got a bunch of bitches at the Fontainebleau

Huh, I made you win, my plate full

Tryna feed some baddies, tell 'em come in two

I'm out with fifth, I'm in tune

You is not that ****, I would hate me too

Yeah, I just bend the 'Rari, tryna smash the Percs

Tryna fuck and make her activate

Shit, I'm on and tryna catch a play

'Cause they don't pay you for a bag to hate

Look, she been bringing massive cake

I'm tryna bite and make her— uh, look, nah

She been shaking ass today

I'm paying for it if it's— look

I'm in the Don C black coat

**** follow my drip, I make roads

When the smoke clears, this ain't truce

Got a bunch of bitches at the Fontainebleau

Huh, I made you win, my plate full

Tryna feed some baddies, tell 'em come in two

I'm out with fifth, I'm in tune

You is not that ****, I would hate me too

Out my sauce, ****, huh, huh, yeah, yeah

Yeah, ****, huh, huh, sauce, huh

Know what I'm saying? You doing a whole song, B, you supposed to a intro, supposed to be some acapella

Nah, that shit was pain, though, that's for the pain, that's for the pain

That shit was fire, AllDay, right?

Yeah, I was jacking that shit, I ain't gon' hold you

That's for the pain, we jacking that shit, we jacking that shit, that's for the pain

I ain't gon' hold you, I heard the hook and I was like, "Wait, that sound like a song, B" (That shit pain)

Nah, that shit pain, though

You did a song that fast?

Yeah, that fast

Oh, okay