[Intro]
Wheezy outta here
Hm, beatin' em, oh, my voice too loud
Beatin' em and buckin' them (Bee)
Beatin' em and buckin' them, the hoe fell in love (Skeewee)
Beatin' em and buck—, shit
Beatin' em and buckin' them, the hoe fell in— uh (Skeewee)
Beatin' em and buckin' them, the hoe fell in love (Phew, Phew, Skeewee)
[Chorus]
Beatin' em and buckin' them, ho' fell in love, I was twerkin' the dub
Off of this boo'd, I can't feel all my fingers
I'm in LA, dunked off with a singer
Cut that bitch bitch off, triеd to send me to Springer
Gavе her some Act, she was soakin' my dinner
She askin' 'bout Sachs, but I'm not a tenner
Ridin' these parts, I'm OG, I'm lieutenant
Crib out in Venice
[Verse]
Somebody mail at my brothers before they get sentenced, they givin' them death, ay
Too many real niggas left, told her stay knife in New York like a chef
I'm gettin' top, without no hands, roll with the kit, I'm Uncle Sam
I got a TEC, she goin' ham
I crashed the Bent', damn not the Lamb'
I push the Rolls, I got some Rams
Car in a jam, I gotta dip
I heard my son, bitch fuck it don't [?]
I heard my son, bitch fuck it don't [?]
Give me that mouth, but don't give me that lip
I was eighteen burnin' towns on the strip
I pull up back to back, it's like how many whips?
Ride with seventeen got, it got how many hips?
Wheezy outta here
Hm, beatin' em, oh, my voice too loud
Beatin' em and buckin' them (Bee)
Beatin' em and buckin' them, the hoe fell in love (Skeewee)
Beatin' em and buck—, shit
Beatin' em and buckin' them, the hoe fell in— uh (Skeewee)
Beatin' em and buckin' them, the hoe fell in love (Phew, Phew, Skeewee)
[Chorus]
Beatin' em and buckin' them, ho' fell in love, I was twerkin' the dub
Off of this boo'd, I can't feel all my fingers
I'm in LA, dunked off with a singer
Cut that bitch bitch off, triеd to send me to Springer
Gavе her some Act, she was soakin' my dinner
She askin' 'bout Sachs, but I'm not a tenner
Ridin' these parts, I'm OG, I'm lieutenant
Crib out in Venice
[Verse]
Somebody mail at my brothers before they get sentenced, they givin' them death, ay
Too many real niggas left, told her stay knife in New York like a chef
I'm gettin' top, without no hands, roll with the kit, I'm Uncle Sam
I got a TEC, she goin' ham
I crashed the Bent', damn not the Lamb'
I push the Rolls, I got some Rams
Car in a jam, I gotta dip
I heard my son, bitch fuck it don't [?]
I heard my son, bitch fuck it don't [?]
Give me that mouth, but don't give me that lip
I was eighteen burnin' towns on the strip
I pull up back to back, it's like how many whips?
Ride with seventeen got, it got how many hips?
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