Please ft. A2BeatsBANG Lyrics

Yeeaaaa Bitch

"A2BeatsBANG MF YEAA"

A2 Beats Bang fr and I be banging on em heavy

Ayy, yeah, I'm big crippin' Niggas actin' like Madea, cause they big bitches

I'll smoke you like Khalifa, this shit hit different My bitch drippin' in Celine and her kit hittin

Broke-ass niggas I can't sit with Bitch, please, I can show you how to double

up on them keys Like a janitor, the way I come through wit the clean

That ain't real money if it fit up in your

jeans Ayy, I just touched down and I ain't say nothin

Demons really in my dream, they think another tape comin

Cuddy bought a Ghost in Cali, they ain't see the Wraith comin

I drop a load in your state, I don't really pape thumbin

Niggas mad at me, but for what, cause they hate money

Did some hot shit up in my coat, I had to change that

Fam mad at me, they can't believe that I came that

Niggas plottin' on me every day, so I stay strapped

Niggas kill my man, so I'm plottin' on the payback

This is not a robbery, but dawg, I'll take that

I don't wanna take a trip with her if she can't act

Baby better stuff these…in her cootie cat

Ten millis on us, we'll split a nigga's scat pack

I can't get no sleep cause these demons

They fuckin' up my sleep at night

A dark cloud over me and I can't think so bright

When you see me, better break fast

Ayy, bitch, please

Cookin' in the kitchen, it's 4,000 degrees

They tryna kill me in my sleep, demons in my dreams

Everybody switchin' up, that's just what it seem

I never, ever, ever switch up on my team

Quick to pop a nigga like a upper he a bean

They lock me up for 72 hours cause I flee

I came from the concrete, they watered up my seed

I was on the sidewalk before you seen the streets

Niggas ran off, niggas show love

Niggas touched down, niggas ran off

We don't give a fuck, we gon' catch dawg

When it come to beef, it's like a job that get the callin' off

I know he was lyin', man, that nigga jaffin

We gon' treat him like a Christmas present, better count his blessings

Size 13 on my feet, I be big steppin

We gon' treat him like a custom shirt when a nigga pressin

I'm big crippin', niggas actin' like Madea cause they big bitches

I'll smoke you like Khalifa, this shit hit different

My bitch drippin' in Celine and her kit hittin

Broke-ass niggas I can't sit with,

bitch please, I can show you how to double up on them keys

Like a janitor, the way I come through with the clean

That ain't real money if it fit up in your jeans

I just touched down and I ain't say nothin

Demons really in my dream, they think another tape comin

Cuddy bought a Ghost in Cali, they ain't see the Wraith comin

I drop a load in your state, I don't really pape thumbin

Niggas mad at me, but for what, cause they hate money