Beijing

Lyrics

[Intro: Big Yaya] (I'll love you forever Syd) Locked out Plug tryna pass me the keys like I'm locked out Plug tryna pass me the keys like I'm locked out Plug tryna pass me the keys [Chorus: Big Yaya] (Ya, Yaya) Plug tryna pass me the keys like I'm locked out When I iced the wrist, I don't clock out Got dirty opps, gotta bring the mop out Unit locked, I gotta hop out I was burnin' pots inside my pops house [?] from down South Told myself that this the last route, 'til I cash out I'ma fuck her 'til she pass out Then leave it in her mouth Plug don't even know I crossed 'em by the way I'm in and out Told myself that I'ma make it even though a nigga doubt [Verse 1: Shawny Binladen] Bitch said she got the drop, I told her "spit it out" Momma found the Glocky and she told me "get it out" I need Runtz, I need Wock, man, I make 'em ship it out Bitch, I'm from the Woods and we ain't never seen a drought Step up in the trap, I throw the shawty on the couch Damn that māthā good, she fit a Glocky in her mouth Step up in the spot, it's Yellow Papi in the house Fuckin' all these bitches, gettin' wocky in the house Hit 'em wit' the Glocky, catch a body, then I'm out Glocky got a laser, catch a figi, hit his scalp Oh yeah, and they use my name for clout Knew I was gon' make it, I ain't never had a doubt Oh yeah, and I came up from a ounce Know that pussy good the way she make her booty bounce [Verse 2: Four50] Uh, caught him on his route and put that boy up in a [?], yeah Free Big 2, he sendin' cheeseburgers in and out Bro got caught a quarter milli bail and tryna put his house If I say I drop the kids off then I left 'em in her mouth I be clutchin' when I hop out, I don't need it in no pouch How you let that lil bitch lie to you when she walk around wit' [?] Heard your daddy was a rat and I ain't fuckin' wit' no mouse I been married to the game, so I ain't lookin' for no spouse When I don't go fuck lil baby, she gon' call me, she gon' pout All this water on me, make a nigga neck look like a spout How much times you read this shit and still don't know what it's about Never lazy, working, but we got potatoes in the couch [Verse 3: Big GLTAOW] Kick door gang, we takin' 'em out Shooters on court, don't need no scout GLTAOW, you know my traphouse bounce Pushin' these Ps, can't get no ounce Brand new 30, it's tucked in the couch Staining the plug, I'm in and I'm out Doin' the dash, go and check on the route Spin the block, might slide to your house GLTAOW Big GLTAOW [Chorus: Big Yaya] (Ya, Yaya) Plug tryna pass me the keys like I'm locked out When I iced the wrist, I don't clock out Got dirty opps, gotta bring the mop out Unit locked, I gotta hop out I was burnin' pots inside my pops house [?] from down South Told myself that this the last route 'til I cash out I'ma fuck her 'til she pass out Then leave it in her mouth Plug don't even know I crossed 'em by the way I'm in and out Told myself that I'ma make it even though a nigga doubt