Beep Verse Lyrics

Yeah I that bitch mad made my teacher mad but I made the plug proud guess I got clout

Guess that means now I have to pull up in a addison lee whenever a nigga wan step out

Balenci triple s the crep going off the strength

Conversating bout bread while eating on a baguette

Honey comb set in the vvs don't forget the face on the dials got baguettes

As long as my mum smiles then I'm blessed yeah I'm killing it

Distressed jeans every rip is deliberate

I got a plan man I'm tryna build a arc I can tell your gonna claim you was down from the start however that proves false on the chart I grind for the starch

The way they loaf me on the lowkey I could spit on the floor and they'll call it art

I'm so boasy I'm mick foley I put my sock on when I hit your tart cah I ain't tryna have no pickney

Even though I move risky word

Too many spitters not enough luck too many chicks that I gotta refuck

Too many man sipping on one bottle too many niggas telling me they can't can't run it up

Yeah I run it up I bees up in the cut so please don't try your luck my gees them got it tucked

I can tell she wanna fuck I just wanna get the keys to the truck