Beatrice & Fleech

Lyrics

[Intro] (What's goin on here why is everything chrome) Damn, damn, damn, damn [Verse] Parked foreigns on the curb, bank roll bust the scene Rocking Bond number nine, she tryna rip me out my jeans 7,000 for an outfit, be cool that ain't really bout shit Project bitch want a channel bag, she don't know how to pronounce it She can't believe how my house is, I sip lean out the fountain I came straight out the trenches, but now my bank roll got thousands I sip drank till I'm out it, big ass Porsche pull up like tank Jump out that bitch bout it, bout it, lil' Papi smoking the loudest I sold dope me and Memo on the corner by the dead end Play with that money, to the motherfucking ground, stomp his head in Nigga got hit cause I said it, I dropped a bag they behead them They'll tell you before I was rapping I was really swinging metal Nigga I'm the voice of the ghetto, I gave all them niggas hope And whether they know this shit or not nigga I gave all them niggas dope You copping from a nigga who cop from a nigga who cop from me On the west I'm pushing hard but I got smack back over east Show the bitch how to get flee, new J's early release 800 for my jeans, Robin jacket with the wings Whole city know about Fleech, Pap one, two, and, three Bankroll don't fold nigga I fuck up the scene Show them shit they never seen taught them how to hit a sleaze Nigga can't talk about no backhand nigga they got that shit from me Now I pull up foreign V's push the button don't need a key Hoe see me one time bitch drop right down to her knees Bitch treat me like Jesus, 30,000 whatever I'm cheesing Walk in the Louie store blow 20,000 right now no damn reason Nigga you's a Gilbert Arenas, I got 4 seasons of rings My bitch freak as hell like Trina, bitch start nagging me "Oou Keshia" Nigga it's seven thousand for a Beamer, bitch got passport got visa Bitch got ass like Zerena, unc keep calling like "I need it" I'm in the spot with Juanita she like ah shit that's Fleech At the stove, bowl I beat it, I don't want that bullshit you can keep it Bitch I'm *brr* it's freezing, grandma praying out for Jesus I get that money bitch I need it that's why the side door swinging Them niggas try it we gone bring it, you see the fire off that heater I let it fly will he beam it, they say pop you a genius My mom know I mean it just like my fah ima' keep it Before that fah start screaming it could get loud for no reason I'm walking down still squeezing, make sure his ass not breathing I'm a real coke boy I ain't French I'm still scheming Fay telling me be easy, when I say I'm like a demon Papi pull up in a demon drop the window with [?] Put your body in the cement them niggas know how we get Made a thirty for the weekend, she wanna fuck me till the weekend Real project bitch named Princess, bitch wanna eat me get her lips wet Side street drop top big back, G29 take it get back Dope boy still posted at the corner store Made a dope hole if you know then you know Rap money slow then we kick a door [?] get the [?] get the dope Lay a nigga down fire on your folks Perc after perc fried up the most Bounce right out the car fire up the stove Winter time it's July at the stove I walk in this bitch I'm known to do the most Talking ass nigga walked in like prop Joe Auntie beating on the side but we not home The ring camera told her get the hell on I don't give a fuck what you thought I'm really the one In the middle of Philly middle of the slums In Cali picking with the growers and plugs The trenches where I'm from I come out the mud It ain't a slab but we bang the trunk I'm on a time limit what's the hold up? Sugar Ray Leonard beat the bowl up Hulkamania pick the stove up [Outro] It's the dawg