Beat The Sun Out Lyrics

Ayy, (iSwerve), go

Told him keep it 100, don't change amount

Racks in my pocket, dog shit in my bank account

Tryna reach for some shit, show his ass what that banger bout

My niggas hit like we play for the Rangers now

I wake up, get to that bag when I leave the house

I hustle early, Big Swerve beat the sun out

Trap motivation pull 100s and 50s out

Thought he was solid, found out his ass Mickey Mouse

Having pink 50s like Minnie Mouse

Tryna get rich, boy, that shit something to think about

Get to the bread, it can't come in the mail

Prayin', I'm hopin' this shit could prevail

Fuck no, I ain't thinkin' bout jail

When I rap bout the trap I don't get in detail

Rap bout a Scat with no engine to rev

I keep a K like a nigga named Kev

I'm from the 8, I can't fuck with the 12

Quit that hate shit, that shit bad for your health

We got the loud niggas serving that stealth

Swerve run it up till it he run out of breath

Might buy some rings, nigga, feel like Steph

Niggas be hatin', they could beef with they self

This shit ain't free like a nigga named Jeff

I'm in the kitchen, weigh up like a shelf

Just turned 23, call this little nigga neph

I got my fire in this bitch, I can milk

I apply pressure, make this shit get heavy

I was just riding down miller in a Chevy

I'm in the spot and it's rollin' like Kelly

Designer my shoe like I'm walking on cherries

DryftSet winning go get the confetti

I'm flexin' bands in her face like Nelly

Cup full of grape, I ain't sippin' on jelly

Go get the bread, we got cheese like deli's

Glock 23, that's my everyday carry

Been having racks since I went to high school by Berry

Book in my pocket, Big Swerve a library

He just talkin' crazy, he know that we ready

Used to be broke, now I ball like Terry

I told my niggas, it's time, like Jerry

Told him, keep it 100, don't change amounts

Racks in my pocket, dog shit in my bank account

Try to reach for some shit show his ass what that banger bout

My niggas hit like we play for the Rangers now

I wake up, get to that bag, when I leave the house

I hustle early Big Swerve beat the sun out

Trap motivation pull hunnids and fifties out

Thought he was solid found out his ass Mickey Mouse

Having pink 50s like Minnie Mouse

Tryna get rich, boy, that shit somethin' to think about

Get to the bread, it can't come in the mail

Prayin', I'm hopin' this shit could prevail

Fuck no, I ain't thinkin' bout jail

When I rap bout the trap, I don't get in detail

Rap bout a scat with no engine to rev

I keep a K like a nigga named Kev

I'm from the 8, I can't fuck with the 12

Quit that hate shit, that shit bad for your health