Lyrics

[Intro] BNYX [Verse 1: 454] Dance to the beat I'm running this bitch with a cleat My bro keep the stock on the knee Super lowkey, you know that it's super lowkey, we keep to hide from police They don't see a thing 'cause it's going discreet Quick with the tricks, spot a crime in the streets I'm from the westside, but I stayed on the east First lil' half I was raidin' the streets So much pain it's crazy to me but it ain't no way they labeling me And I'm gone all day like a sailor would be Back home four days, need a trailer for sleep In the city hallway, but my head in the beats On tour, big stages, Chicago a beast, it's truly unique Check out the pockets, the pen on the clean I switch the shirt, it depend on the jeans Shoot me a thirty, a forty inch seam Chemistry strong and we tight like the team Reminisce 'bout [looking out?] like a [team?] Work rich like I'm rockin' cuisine In the kitchen, you know that it's clean Got a dish and we flippin' CELINE Every day we step so clean (Don't get it) [Chorus: 454] Beretta, Beretta, Beretta The high-rise, it got a new level Beretta, Beretta, Beretta You know that you not on my level Beretta, Beretta, Beretta Lil' baby come fuck with what's better Beretta, Beretta, Beretta We been had the gas on the pedal [Verse 2: Pig The Gemini] I make this fly shit look easy Posted with no IG, Beezy Late night it was just me and my demons Scheming, tryna make money for the weekend Was 13 and 14 when I pieces No Reese's, toting my Glocks I lost my pops and jumped in the deep end I be up early can't afford to sleep in She wanna double back, I'm not into that I ain't no running back, girl I send a sack I took a loss and I went to go get it back I fuck the low ones and real, I got rid of that Yeah, I got rid of that, (Ooh) Me wasn't feeling that She like it better over here with us, said "This where it realer at" [Bridge: 454] What's between you and I? You know that it's certified You know I can't tell a lie I can always spot a plot Let them bullets fly, them bullets fly, let them bullets fly Let them bullets fly, them bullets fly, let them bullets fly [Chorus: 454] Beretta, Beretta, Beretta The high-rise, it got a new level Beretta, Beretta, Beretta You know that you not on my level Beretta, Beretta, Beretta Lil' baby come fuck with what's better Beretta, Beretta, Beretta We been had the gas on the pedal