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Beep

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Beep was released on October 31, 2025 by Big Gates Records as a part of the album Beep - Single

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COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Algernod Washington

Algernod Washington

Songwriter

Ronell Levatte

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Gentle Beatz

Co-Producer

Lyrics

(Gentle Beatz)

**** back bein' friendly, guess the money dried up

Playin' gangster and ain't gangster, that's what got him tied up

I don't talk around pussy-****, they might be wired up

Know what them hoes call me in the city? Mr. Pile It Up

You ever told on another ****, I hope you **** fry

Ever put your hands on a woman, I hope you **** die

Had to stop fuckin' broke bitches, all they do is lie

Soon as these **** fuck up all the money, all they do is cry

Lost a lot of respect for a lot of **** I had respect for

Same shit these **** do for free, I need a check for

Please don't bring that **** around me, I seen his paperwork

Shawty tryna fuck me in the car, see her paperwork

Pipe on me right now

When I'm in the booth, I'm hollerin', "Fuck a ****"

I been crossed way too many times, I don't fuck with ****

I'm just on a money run, ****, stay out my fuckin' way

If all you got is used-pussy, bitch, stay out my fuckin' face

**** snitchin' out the same rate, ****, it's Covid numbers

We don't want them **** in our section, we don't know them ****

You know my favorite sound in the world? Frrt, beep

You know my favorite place to hang out, ****, is the streets

I ain't promotin' violence, but if he try ya, stand over that pussy-boy

Walk him down, I'm talkin' close-range, ain't no missin', boy

Playin' games with an' bitch I love, bitch, that's suicide

I ain't playin' games 'bout this money, bitch, it's do or die

Before I buy a bitch a Birkin bag, I'ma get my dog a lawyer

'Fore I help, save another bitch, I'ma get my shit in order

We ain't got no love for them ****, let they mama love 'em

Hundred shots up in this F&N, flip a hundred of 'em

I could never be a scammer, ho, 'cause I don't steal

I could never be a pussy ****, I'm too real

How he claimin' real and he ain't signed his dog nothin'?

How he claimin' hats and he ain't stood over nothin'?

Why I don't do no interviews? 'Cause I don't like to gossip

Told the bitch to bring her friend, shit, let her watch it

'Round here tellin' hoes who I'm fuckin', what ya snitchin' for?

I done slapped you with the fire already, what you dissin' for?

No shirt on, with two big ass Cuban's, how I'm poppin' out

I don't wanna sneak and fuck the ho, ****, let's swap it out

Whoever crossed the **** you came up with, I don't respect it, dog

Beefin' with a **** who car seat bigger, that shit hatin', dog

I ain't never changed, I'm stayin' solid 'til I fuckin' die

If I ever fuck that lil' bitch raw, then that mean that lil' pussy mine

I don't like a ho that'll fuck behind her friend

And I don't like a **** who'll tell on one of his man's, beep

Written by: Algernod Washington, Ronell Levatte

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