On Beezy F Lyrics

It's way too easy to rap for real, so why would I go catch a case

Steady, pacing , what's a lil' bit patient, know that I'ma make it

Niggas hatin', bet they won't come say that shit up in my face

I need my bacon and I need my cheese, bitch, I need the green

You a fein, I got what you need, I got everything

Put on for my team, just stick with me and we gon' make da league

Know my brother stickin' to the script, he down to ride for me

I sold her dreams, made that bitch believe, now we got fettuccine

Come fuck with a boss, you know your pussy nigga weenie

Tryna be me, bitch, this ain't that easy, yeah, I make it beezy

Niggas sleazy, they hella greasy, that's how you end up season

Need the deacon, I need the preacher, bitch, I am the reaper

Ima Be the teacher, I'm feelin' evil, we not gettin' equal

I put this money on my mind, but I still step with heat

I'm tryna change my fucked up ways, bitch, y'all remember me

It ain't about no money, then why you callin' me

I told the hoe, don't bother me, yeah, I need my collard greens

My Billie Jean, I'm the head & Chief

Bet not play around with my chip, yeah, I stand on business

On my block, that shit get wicked, you got envy, try to kill me

All the real niggas, they feel me, free fifa off that four, I know he with it

Keep it stitched, lip, you ain't with it, you ain't hit shit

I'm Ronda Rousey, I'ma hit chin, no, you cannot get in

Slidin' in that black Benz, bitch, this 5% percent tint

Cartier lenses and FNs, strictly only brothers

Free my brothers, really fuck friends, I told the Joan don't hold hands

But I could be your big daddy, it's way too easy to rap forreal

So why would I go catch a case, steady pacing

What's a lil' bit patient, know that I'ma make it

Niggas hatin', bet they won't come say that shit up in my face

I need my bacon and I need my cheese, bitch, I need the green

You a fein, I got what you need, I got everything

Put on for my team, just stick with me and we gon' make da league

Know my brother stickin' to the script, he down to ride for me

I sold her dream, made that bitch believe, now we got fettuccine

Come fuck with a boss, you know your pussy nigga weenie

Tryna be me, bitch, this ain't that easy, yeah, I make it beezy