Ms Bev Lyrics

Fuck around and kill a bear, feel like Miss Bev

Going broke on hoes all summer with his simp ass

Rick Ross beard, hundred thousand, this a big stash

Fuck around and throw a band at him with his bitch ass

Treadmill mouth, talkin' tough and he got smacked up

Dawg must wanna be a city girl, how he act up

Run a route, stiff armed a nigga got his sack took

Goofy pulled right up on time and got a left hook

I'm back in this bitch, I want it all

Got this drip from out of town, you can't find it in the mall

Cinderella bussdown, like I'm going to a ball

DNM signal in the air, Brody ain't even got a call

I be M.I.A, out of town, chillin' with a rich bitch

Head game, magic spell, man that bitch be on some witch shit

You spend a band tryna fuck, man that nigga be on trick shit

Oh it's 25 bands, easy money, this a lick lick

Chase a nigga around the city, do him just like Tom and Jerry

30 pointers in my buffs, look like Cinderella carriage

Quick to cut into a bitch, told her that I don't care

Got a Puerto Rican bitch, Slim, waist long hair

I was down for a minute, but I'm back

Quick to press a pussy nigga, cause he talkin' out his neck

Brody sent his mixtape, I ain't never hit him back

I had to turn that shit off, cause every second of his wack

Turned up his lil bitty, got his hoe shakin' ass

It was never real beef, that's the reason why he mad

I'm steady comin' up on pros, you steady runnin' through yo stash

Man, this beef shit forever, I ain't throwin' in a flag

Man, what