Oklahoma

Lyrics

[Intro: Slimesito & BeezyB] Y'all niggas know what the fuck goin' on, man Yuh, Big Bad Beezy, nigga You know what the fuck goin' on with us, man (Blatt, blatt!) I'm with Sito right now on that Gangway shit You know what's up, 50 [Chorus: BeezyB] Beezy I whip the pyrex 'til my whole wrist break Dog food in and it came in fray I got a young shooter and he shoot like Blake Pills comin' in and we servin' base Hit him with that stick, it sing just like Drake Real mob ties, we meetin' at the lake We hit his ass up, we put 'em in a coma We gettin' drugs in, they came from Oklahoma Headshot gang, we turned him to a doner Bales comin' in and I love the aroma I'm driving that foreign like I'm playin' Forza I got a hitman and he down for torchin' These niggas be snitchin' like they reporters I'm real plugged in, we servin' 'cross the border Slabs comin' and we servin' quarters [Verse 1: BeezyB] I ran down on him and I left him volgare I got the work stuffed, in a new Toyota [Verse 2: Slimesito] I'm stuffin' them birds up, in Corolla's Got two 5s on me, I ain't doin' holsters I'm R$G slime, pullin' up in Rovers Blatt, I just put him in a coma Got 5 bricks and they came from Oklahoma Got 5 racks, I invested in some sticks Got FN's on me, they ain't got no kick I'm steppin' on niggas like I step on bricks Don't get your ass popped for tryin' something slick This SlimeBeezy 2, you better grade your stick (SlimeBeezy) I trap so hard, I'm always on the shift Got MOS sight, you know, I ain't gon' miss I'm soupin' 'em foreigns, like I soup my sticks I'm Rich Slime, all my bitches gotta be rich You know I got stains, ain't goin' for no dips [Verse 3: BeezyB] He try to run down, empty out the clip Game over, nigga, I ain't Lil' Flip I got a bad bitch and she bustin' scripts That hot stick hit him and it made him flip We bustin' out P's and we servin' zips He want to play tough, I sent him to his maker These niggas want smoke but I turn 'em to vapor I'm givin' out shots and they don't come with chaser FN Five-SeveN, that's the eraser We sellin' out shows and we pullin' capers I got foreign bitch and she drip in Bapesta Try to rob me, they gon' cremate you Glock-19 and it's shootin' faithful Got a whole brick bust down on the table Try to run down and we left him fatal [Chorus: BeezyB] Beezy I whip the pyrex 'til my whole wrist break Dog food in and it came in fray I got a young shooter and he shoot like Blake Pills comin' in and we servin' base Hit him with that stick, it sing just like Drake Real mob ties, we meetin' at the lake We hit his ass up, we put 'em in a coma We gettin' drugs in, they came from Oklahoma Headshot gang, we turned him to a doner Bales comin' in and I love the aroma I'm driving that foreign like I'm playin' Forza I got a hitman and he down for torchin' These niggas be snitchin' like they reporters I'm real plugged in, we servin' 'cross the border Slabs comin' and we servin' quarters