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Beeda Weeda

Glock .40 on my lap, wish a **** would

I was broke, fucked up, stuck up in the hood

Doin' everything opposite of what I should

Ain't tryna be a should've-been, woulda-could

Run it up, run it back, and let it marinate

Till you find a good ticket on some heavyweight

Gotta do it, get to it, don't hesitate

From the bottom, all we wanna do is elevate

On the grind, double-time, gotta get mine

Can't spend your whole life tryna get high

I'm a boss, give a fuck if I don't get signed

I'm just prayin' to the Lord I don't get time

Big money, big money what a **** need

Then I'm tryna make an exit, I ain't into greed

**** wanna get these blues, but he really green

All my hoes say I'm selfish and I'm really mean

How these **** sellin' drugs when they really fiends?

How you didn't give the plug to your own team?

How you miss a **** head with a whole beam?

Hit the road with these hoes, ake 'em hold beans

It get cold for the dough, I done sold dreams

Kick the cup, run it up, ****, no lean

In these sweats six months, ****, no jeans

With a smirky-sass bitch with a cold scheme

On my grizzy tryna get it, fuck a bad bitch

Heard my ex speakin' bad, she a sad bitch

I ain't goin' nowhere till the bag flip

I'll sell a nerd cookies when it's cat piss

Streets dry, but I'm sharper than a cactus

Tryna dodge prison bars and a casket

Run me hot, get blew like a gasket

Broad day, no mask like a savage

Fuck these hoes, these ****

Get dough, get more, don't slip

Watch all the signs on the road, watch who you keep close

Be your own best friend, that switch

Jewelry and the cars and the clothes really don't mean nothin'

Don't spend it, better flip that shit

Think about your bag 'fore you flip that whip

Think about your past 'fore you hit that bitch

Gotta do your math every single red cent

Think about a house 'fore you get that Bent

Think about a mortgage, don't get that rent

**** get money, next month they spent

You was just up, now you on your dick

Wipe yourself off, get back on your shit

Hoes say I'm boring, I ain't tryna keep it lit

'Cause I ain't tryna trick on this broke-ass bitch

I'm tryna get my muthafuckin' money to the ceiling

Started from the mud, what a muthafuckin' feeling

Gave us all these drugs, muthafuckas want us killin'

But when you sell drugs, you the muthafuckin' villain

We all want a plug, feet up in a villa

I'm good with the robbers, keep up with the killas

We all tryna eat, mob deep full of dealers

Learn to stack your money, learn to handle all your business

Fuck these hoes, these ****

Get dough, get more, don't slip

Watch all the signs on the road, watch who you keep close

Be your own best friend, that switch

Jewelry and the cars and the clothes really don't mean nothin'

Don't spend it, better flip that shit

Think about your bag 'fore you flip that whip

Think about your past 'fore you hit that bitch