Hittas Yella Beezy (Ft. NLE Choppa)

[Intro]
Mmh, yeah
CashMoneyAP
Ayy, NLE
Top shotta
Top shotta, yeah, yeah
Ayy


[Verse 1: NLE Choppa]
Dope boy swag, Air Force 1's with a white tee (A white tee, yeah)
I'm clutching Glocks, pussy nigga, ain't no fighting (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I crossed a nigga on a lick, yeah, I'm shiesty
I'm fucking on a nigga bitch, yeah, I'm piping
If I see an opp then I'm dumping my chopper
I'ma hit him with fifty, he don't need a doctor
When I see me a Perc', bitch, you know I'ma pop it
And just like a baby, sip out the bottle
I'm gone off these drugs, I know I don't need it
I'm sippin' on yellow, they calling me Beezy
She sucking my dick and I love when she please me
Fucked her with her friend, they double teaming
I'm on Mary Jane and Percy Jackson
I need to slow down on these drugs, think that I'm an addict
We livin' this murder, you know we not capping
And just like the cable, we bringing the static
I'm stretching these niggas, they call me elastic
Cut him into half like I'm doing a fraction (Yeah, yeah)
Ain't no squares in my circle, bitch, I'm strapped like I'm Urkel
If he dissing on me, swear to God I'ma hurt him
I put him in the dirt while I'm rocking some Birkins
And bitch, I'm a pimp, every ho 'round me working
Money turned clean, it was too damn dirty
Keep me a thirty like Stephen Curry
The opp say he gon' kill me, nigga, I ain't worried
Up my Glock, then shoot it in a hurry