Beat It Glizz
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[Intro]
I tried to find you!
Got something to show me, what you got?
[Hook]
Before I pebble this pack, l'ma put it on the M-way
MJ, should've beat it, just brandished it
Who's that shawty with the big back?
If I didn't hit that, try and know the mandem did
My youngin' been bad from a juvie, UV
Tryna tan man's skin, I got it on my mind like Melly
Here for the belly, but we could do the bad man thing
Feeling like A Boogie, reincarnate, I'm a T-R-A, double P-E-R
I got the boy them feelin' a way, speedin' away from a armoured car
Anyhow, man's shoulders stacked, she throwin' it back, ménage à trois
I can't bruck this work on my own, there's a crisis right now, I'm understaffed
[Verse 1]
She wan' drop some knowledge on me, I'ma mark her test, then pass it left
Grown man gossiping like they on the shade borough, that one there, I just can't respect
Them boy there couldn't lace my creps, dinner gets served when I scrape this 'rex
Bought me a line, took baby steps now Louis, Chanel, how my lady steps
And we don't promote no works on the 'gram, that's a three-match ban, get left on the bench
My killy still walk with a stainless I ain't famous, man's still in the trench
Day-to-day, I do hand to hands, I'm dishing out grams in the back of the gents
I ain't gotta flex for this to get tense (tense, tense, tense)
I tried to find you!
Got something to show me, what you got?
[Hook]
Before I pebble this pack, l'ma put it on the M-way
MJ, should've beat it, just brandished it
Who's that shawty with the big back?
If I didn't hit that, try and know the mandem did
My youngin' been bad from a juvie, UV
Tryna tan man's skin, I got it on my mind like Melly
Here for the belly, but we could do the bad man thing
Feeling like A Boogie, reincarnate, I'm a T-R-A, double P-E-R
I got the boy them feelin' a way, speedin' away from a armoured car
Anyhow, man's shoulders stacked, she throwin' it back, ménage à trois
I can't bruck this work on my own, there's a crisis right now, I'm understaffed
[Verse 1]
She wan' drop some knowledge on me, I'ma mark her test, then pass it left
Grown man gossiping like they on the shade borough, that one there, I just can't respect
Them boy there couldn't lace my creps, dinner gets served when I scrape this 'rex
Bought me a line, took baby steps now Louis, Chanel, how my lady steps
And we don't promote no works on the 'gram, that's a three-match ban, get left on the bench
My killy still walk with a stainless I ain't famous, man's still in the trench
Day-to-day, I do hand to hands, I'm dishing out grams in the back of the gents
I ain't gotta flex for this to get tense (tense, tense, tense)
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