Beam Still Lyrics

Still ride around with that thing on me, up the pole if he swing on me

Little dog turned big homie

Riding round on my doly doe, smoke and rowdy runts for the zing only

(Look)

Pop an opp like perky, got more bodies dropped then thirty

Drop my pin come murk me

Got them bodies chopped then buried

Get that money quick in a hurry

Man how you broke boy, get yo bands up

Swear non my opps been sturdy, done all of my opps so dirty

Like cleaning off from the working

But you know it's not from the working, just maybe chopping and serving

I been blessed with the burden to murder anyone lurking

Talk that shit in yo bushes

Done had him shitting his pants, heard the boom and he started booking

Hit that shit from the back cause when I fuck you know I like cushion

And I know what buttons I'm pushing

Try to up, better not get stuck, cause boy you fucked if I took it

And I heard he popping them beans still

Keep it locked, hold the beam still

Acne all on the jeans still, lean spilled, no refill, Z-quill, those green pills

Booted for that shit, don't even matter I got blue bills

And you know that pain real, the money realer

Make me forget how pain feel, like I don't need her

But I stay in my lane still, I got my heater

For that last bar I was tripping tho'

My girl know I need her, cause she be so bonita

Hit it and got her feet up, then she want her feet rubbed

But I just want my D sucked

Yeah bitch so fuck is up with you

If you packing and planning on upping my brothers and cousins is fucking upping too

Family what we fucking do

If you lent your hand when I was down then boy I fuck with you

Can't put my trust in snakes, better cut that lawn up, ain't nothing new

Box him up like Captain Crunch

Get him served I done packed his lunch

Put a laser on my new chop like I got the bitch out the Pack Of Punch

Fat ass, shawty pack a ton

I spaz when she back it up

They mad cause they can't keep up

Let him make a move, blam pieced up

Let that mother fucker try his luck

That'll be the day he die or something

And I told that boy I had enough

He don't want no smoke, can't get a puff

What's all that talking on the net

That's how a pussy get his ass punched