The Pager Beepin (Busty Red Head Swallows)

Lyrics
[Verse 1] Pull up out the shop Goddamn Making money on the corner sack Chop it up and then we throw it back Couple bands but I'm gain it back No diamonds on my wrist bitch Don't give me no chain No fashion nigga that triple six Murder running through my brain Gimme the strength and I'll [?] Fucking the game And I'm taking it over [?] on with that turf phone Place your order then get gone Caught cases Probation Sit in the dark and I'm praying to Satan Flashing your money your wallet am taking Bumpin my shit while your bitch masturbating [Hook] Wrist Wrist Wrist Cuff yo bitch Come through sit Making money quick I need the type of bitch Attend her with the shits Goddamn my man I fuck around cus ain't nothing [?] Goddamn [Verse 2] Triple six bought a brick Double up bought a benz Goddamn All my niggas money flipping moving with precision Fuck a pig All black masked up M-80 with the wood grain Beamer coupe with the red guts looking like Suge came Ragtop only got to pull up loaded Zipping on it Cus you know I never supplied nothing Cus your ten piece saw me chain working Twenty shy on it Fuck bitch blew bounce back with two fuck the bitch Fag in the club with two boat selling Right I'm tripping Now the bitch got a little [?] Pepper in my flesh Shot up off finesse Haters playing checkers but it's really chess Like a college nigga in the A-Town Slide through hit a nigga with the tech Money and the power Bound to get respect I've been Paranoid Went and bought a vest Shawty made a mess Gotta clean it up Grab a bite to eat Then I bought the Jag Goddamn
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Credits
- Writers
- Larry June
- Ramirez