The Beretta Song Lyrics

Did you know that the Beretta sing

What

Did you know that the Beretta sing

Did you know

Did you know that the Beretta sing

What

Did you know that the Beretta sing

Did you know

All this water, water on me

Yeah

I love Aisha

Cause she's a freak

Yeah, yeah, yeah, she's a freak

Yeah, yeah, she's a freak

I don't even know why he think he ballin

He ain't throw no G's up

How you think you callin' all the shots and we didn't need ya

I know the type, he wanna plot and he's a leecher

Yeah, you see I got this ice on me, it come straight out the freezer

I put Christian Dior on feet

Don't chase that thotty, she's my personal receiver

Order calamari for eats

We eatin' good but they don't never wanna see you eat up

Keep your ole' girl away from me

She catch a glimpse then I'm sorry cause I'm gonna keep her

I'm ballin' like I'm in the league

I'm ballin' hard but y'all niggas sittin' in the bleachers

Ha, ha, laughin' at the bank like I'm Chief So

Yeah, yeah, head held high but my chain low

Fye, fye, we gon' set it off, let them thangs float

Why, why, you never switch gears but always switch flows

It's hostile in the trenches, coulda grew up piss poor

Bro just got out from the cage and still servin' Flintstones

I ain't never lacking on them pills, they make you think slow

They ask me why I'm paranoid a lot, like what you think for

What you know bout cold days in December with no trench coat

She and she, they come in twos, I want you and your friend throat

They be talkin' on the net but they ain't steppin', they be stayin' low

If it's that, you coulda pulled up, yeah, we be sharin' lo's

Did you know that the Beretta sing like Luther Vandross

Did you know that the youngin' pull the strings like banjo

My words can paint the picture, I feel just like Van Gogh

This bitch try play these games, mistake me for Nintendo

These niggas actin' shady, told bro shut the back door

And we don't call him Ty no more, we call him Bando

Assist him with the shot, feel like I'm Rajon Rondo

They can think shit sweet, until them steppers on go

Told Shawty that I love her and I'll never leave ya

Oh, no, she didn't stay, oh, no, cause she a diva

I tell 44, pour up another liter

I chose to make these songs instead of Toating Ninas

Even if I was on Forbes, still whip the Honda Accord

When I been jumped off the porch, u was locked in doin' chores

I got a hot hand, I'm toating a torch

I got a thotty, I took her to Bora

Don't even like her just cause I was bored

They all my kids that I should've aborted

They cannot keep up with me, can't afford it

Burberry cape got me feelin' heroic

Don't steal the drip, you can't wear how I wore it

Beretta attached to the waist, I don't show it

Mixin' the act by the pint and I pour it

I made a bag in one day and I blew it

Fuck it, got racks in the bank, so I'll do it

I'm on some Za and the drank, I'm influenced

Kay M been tellin' them niggas get to it

Got a way with the money, I'm Jewish

And I play with them pots, ratatouille

Me and my dawg like Brian and Stewie

Keep an iron, I keep me a toolie

Lot of clips like I'm makin' a movie

And she be on dick, she a groupie

Told the ho, pull up, if that's what you wanna do

Told the opps, good luck, them steppers steppin' over you

Message delivered, I'm turnt, I ain't ignoring you

Codeine syrup