Beecher Mafia

Lyrics

[Intro] (313 Mafia) (StupidDog, I ain't gon' lie, this bitch hard) [Verse 1: YSR Gramz] If it's smoke in the air, we can't talk about it Nigga drivin' crazy in the Scat, he got took up out it Just 'cause you got a gun on you, you won't shoot nobody Brodie got a big-ass grenade, he finna blew somebody Oops, I mean blow somebody Nigga, you probably owe somebody Forty thousand dollars in his pocket, he don't own a wallet Bitch, I barely went to school, nigga, motherfuck a college Cuttin' niggas off on my side, they can't keep it solid Nigga, you ain't real, you ain't shinin' with your guys Hit the gas on it, make that bitch come alive Hell yeah, I bang B's and my niggas throwin' five You ain't even gotta ask me, hell yeah, I'ma ride I'ma slide on that nigga, why you liеd on your niggas? Cut that nigga off, he testified on his niggas Show mе three-hundred-somethin' K, damn near cried for my nigga Jump out with that K like surprise, young nigga [Verse 2: YN Jay] I remember I was broke, I damn near cried to my nigga Ridin' 'round on hot wheels, I'm finna ride with my nigga Close-range headshot, you see the fire in a nigga R.I.P. my nigga Gabe, feel like I died with my nigga Oh, you was my nigga bunkie, you did time with my nigga Kidnap you, I'll throw you in the trunk, I'll drive with a nigga Dog hidin' in the crib, I'm finna slide on his niggas Big-ass gun got me walkin' crazy Flawless grill in my mouth got me talkin' crazy Big-ass hole on my barrel got it sparkin' crazy I ain't feed my pitbull in days, got it barkin' crazy Make Pam get the fuck out, they say Martin crazy Oh, you must don't got Apple Music, I be chartin' crazy First one at the finish line, but I be startin' lazy I just pulled up in a big body, got me— ah (Damn) I just pulled up in a big body, got me parkin' crazy You ain't made no money all year, you been starvin' lately Oh, you had a car? You must've lost it, you been walkin' lately You been drinkin' all that bullshit lean, got you fartin' crazy [Verse 3: CBMG Lucho] Everywhere I go, I be servin' fiends, I be servin' crazy YSR Gramz got the 'bows, he be rollin' eighthies Bro walkin' with the micro like he strollin' babies Got a hundred-somethin' J's, bro, I probably even served your auntie Like a pair of trick dice, nigga, I'll do you janky Fucked around and almost shot my brother 'cause he tried to prank me I just had to beat my fiend ass 'cause he tried to gank me I'm in that GXP goin' fast, man, who tryna race me? [Verse 4: YSR Loski] I got a play for two bands, is you finna take me? I'm on the east side of Beecher, meet me at Dailey I just got into it with my bitch, 'bout to replace her Let this K off, it's gon' sound like ten M-80s I'll send your ass to the devil like a Free Mason Dee Rich pop out with that mask, you think you seen Jason Coach Carter on the team, I'm a play maker Hit Cali, then Oregon, I'm a risk taker