Turn Off The Beeper Lyrics

She said you changed

I said its the reefer

I just keep smoking my problems got deeper

Holding my head but still duct from the reefer

Voice in my head is about as loud as the speaker

Turn up the bass

And turn off the beeper

Heres to the moment

Fuck sleep we don't need her

Mob with the homies and sip to

Wockesha

Spilling the purp I might tye die my beater

Making a change I feel like a leader

I'm robbin a homie see you I kia

A libra a libra

I'm scaling the reefer

my meter a fever

I'm hot like a heater

I'm making it steeper to climb

In my speaker

They eager and eager but climbing gets deeper

I'm making a way with this new 808

I got reefer and ya if you still on the way

Hop out and skate I'm like Wayne in the day

I might play em this tape

Get my shit on the way

Make em slam on the brakes

Hit the curve at the 8

Hoppin out and they say yo that shit gone be great

All I want is some money a million in 100s

I'm counting it up in my dreams till we run it

My bitch acting funny

I said get some money

I'm smoking on Za and that shit got me blunted

I say what I want

And I do what I said

If nobody got hurt then that shit ain't regretted

I know where we headed it's straight the lettuce

Droppin the yacht in the Venice

Throwing the guap like confetti

Making it heavy

rubber band pop like a leavy

Bitch I'm still broke

Don't keep on asking for fetti

Throw yo legs up when you ready

Dennis the menace

Shape up my image

Full ammunition

Fucking yo bitches

Throw that shit up

Look like a punk

Damn that shit lit

Bitch we all crunk

Fucking it up slut

Now she a buster

Bitch swerve

Nobody love her

Till she recovers

Still serve

Never give up

Remember theses bitches was sus

And now they gone drop like my nuts

These hoes be fucking in love

Sippin on molly and crips

she feeling down on her luck

Just gave her some dick and a kiss

And now she keep counting it up

Lay that shit down that shit tough

Aint talking bout steak but we buff

This a filet how we cut

I'm talking bout coke on her butt

I come from rollin around in the gutters

And since I've been trappin

I'm up with my brothers

Remember the cold of the wind on my feet

Sleepin in trenches on couches or rubble

And I use to break into houses for cover

And take me a shower and sleep where I wanna

I'm looking for diamonds ain't talking Rihanna

I take what I find this a gem from yo mommy

It's one of a kind imma pawn that bitch comma

Some shit im not proud of so smoke marijuana

I'm inhaling flower and prepping for karma

I'm living life sour but feeling like Rama

Yeah

We just fucked up

Kid fucked up

Lid tuck seen much

All my bitches rocking with coke and cream cuff

I'm with my homies smoking Cali got that green puff

I'm looking sour with that flower let it sink up

We ride rusted in the bucket with the mean mug

I'm that shit you smelling over there and over here

If I say that imma do it then bitch I appear

I'm in the game on a rocket and I'm blasting off

Bitch