Beverly Hills ft. Supa Soda Lyrics

I can’t bitch my heart you know that love kills

If you go against the squad we make your blood spill

My shooters hoping out the car like some navy seals

Put you on death row like suge night we trained to kill

This bitch say she want to fuck me

She know I’m too real

She pop that pussy for me then I make her pop a pill

Catch me smoking thrax while counting hundred dollar bills

I’m a superstar I need a crib in Beverly Hills

Shawty want a thug, cuz I shine like the sun up

But I want them bucks, trap all night until the sun up

Call me young thug, yea post with my gunna

He gon pull his gun up if you run up you get done up

Back in the day I was broke, I had no hoes In the past

Back in the day I was broke, I had no hoes in the past

Magnificent get to the guap, magnificent

Get to the cash, Magnificent get to the guap, Magnificent get to the cash

These niggas are jokes and I laugh

Your bitch she on go like cab

Fuck her and call up

A cab

Then I go take me nap

I lied I cannot lack

Paranoid I’m up with the gat

Round of applause you get clap

I put a hole in your hat

Im always on the move

But I stay off the map

This bitch said I’m cool and her nigga is whack

She like how you get theM shoes, cuz I’m serving them packs

Bob the builder with that tool

Nail an opp with the gat