Beckham Rmx Lmao reefuh
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[Intro]
(Chee on the beat)
Yo, suck my dick, grrah
[Chorus]
Like, like, we lay that boy down to rest (Grrah)
Like, like, try it, I'm passin' the test (Yo, suck my dick)
If I throw a bullet, I bet he catch it like Dez
Like, like, what the fuck? Is you dumb? (Dumbass)
My hand on my grip (Grrah), yeah, hand on my gun (Grrah)
Like, get shot in your shit, boom, like, for thinkin' it's fun (It's not)
When I up on my hip (Grrah), you 'boutta run (Bitch)
When I up on my— up on my hip (Grrah), you 'boutta— you 'boutta— (Gunrange)
[Verse 1]
Why they jackin' my chop? Like, I'm tryna spin, hit your top (Grrah)
We put a hole in his head (Grrah), like, we put a hole in his sock, like (Bitch)
Oh, you got somethin' to say? Like, that shit dead, kick rocks, like
(Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
First bitch got poked (Yes), second bitch got drugged (Yеs)
Third bitch got smoked, like, fourth bitch got slugged (Grrah, bitch)
Fifth bitch wеnt fed, sixth bitch got his face put on a mug (Seven)
Like, drop down, catch it, 5.56 hit him where he's headed
Like, bitch, I said it (Grrah, grrah, bitch, I said it)
Like, bitch, you better watch it, if I walk in the store, I'ma cop it
Like, fuck it, I wanna go shopping, like, ten bands stuffed in my Robins (Dumbass)
(Chee on the beat)
Yo, suck my dick, grrah
[Chorus]
Like, like, we lay that boy down to rest (Grrah)
Like, like, try it, I'm passin' the test (Yo, suck my dick)
If I throw a bullet, I bet he catch it like Dez
Like, like, what the fuck? Is you dumb? (Dumbass)
My hand on my grip (Grrah), yeah, hand on my gun (Grrah)
Like, get shot in your shit, boom, like, for thinkin' it's fun (It's not)
When I up on my hip (Grrah), you 'boutta run (Bitch)
When I up on my— up on my hip (Grrah), you 'boutta— you 'boutta— (Gunrange)
[Verse 1]
Why they jackin' my chop? Like, I'm tryna spin, hit your top (Grrah)
We put a hole in his head (Grrah), like, we put a hole in his sock, like (Bitch)
Oh, you got somethin' to say? Like, that shit dead, kick rocks, like
(Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
First bitch got poked (Yes), second bitch got drugged (Yеs)
Third bitch got smoked, like, fourth bitch got slugged (Grrah, bitch)
Fifth bitch wеnt fed, sixth bitch got his face put on a mug (Seven)
Like, drop down, catch it, 5.56 hit him where he's headed
Like, bitch, I said it (Grrah, grrah, bitch, I said it)
Like, bitch, you better watch it, if I walk in the store, I'ma cop it
Like, fuck it, I wanna go shopping, like, ten bands stuffed in my Robins (Dumbass)
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