Robert Griffin 3 ft. 3L Beezy Lyrics

Yeah, you know what I'm sayin' nigga, y'all niggas tried to steal the wave, nigga you how we coming man

Some real surfers, man, y'all niggas some plucks

I'm worth a couple of bricks, but I'm steady in the field I'm out here trippin'

My lil' nigga bang that H, my other lil' nigga he Rollin Crippin' (set trippin)

I'm on the island, deep in the ocean I'm

out here surfing you can't get near me

Going so fast to the chicken my phone be beating I can't control it

Nigga said he wanted smoke we got his man, now he don't want it (Pew Pew)

I'm the first one in the country town you know who got it pumping

Nigga tried to put me in a song, but he know he ain't got no money

I was really doing turnarounds off building phone numbers

I just get your partner killed, throw bullets like I'm Robert Griff

Actin' like he off a perk, know he be doin' Suboxone strips (Junky ass nigga)

Can't wait to catch him, going straight in shit he got a lot of lip

Two thirties taped together, empty one I bet not drop the clip (I bet not drop it)

I'm drifting in a Hellcat on the East, I'm tryna make em limp

This one line that I got can beat five days, that bitch sold thirty zips

My one head dope than your whole crew, that bitch a cancer patient

The feds been out here ridin' low, they said them folks investigating

No Plies, told her bust it bae, let me see you bust it bae

She ain't even want the Glock, I let her shoot my brother Drac' (my brother Drac')

This ain't no girl, I finessed him shit go on a funnel cake

You know that pillowcase the shell catcher, let's see how much your stomach take

Ion' even wanna conversate with niggas about no damn pape'

I don't even let my head inside the spot, I'm still pullin' hand-to-hand

180 on the dash them crackers know they don't even stand a chance