Good In Beecher

Lyrics

[Intro: BabyTron & RMC Mike] Huh, akhi play with TNT, hit yo block and fire, yeah What up, Gramz? What up, Stupid Dog? Bitch Ayy, huh [Verse 1: BabyTron] Akhi play with TNT, hit yo block and firebomb it Call lil' brodie "Tony Stark", he keep that iron on him Two charms bust straight from Hutch got me shining on 'em Cuz got a pockets full of hitters, Mike Tysons on him Treat freeways like landing strips, I be flying on 'em Strikers ain't got no plates on 'em when we sliding on 'em In the jungle with some killers, put some lions on 'em Drew Brees thigh pads on me, put the .9 up on him Good in Beecher, bitch, I'm tapped in with them sack runners Unky, he don't drink no Wock', he used to be a Act' guzzler Working like a team, I got the front, bro got the back covered Smooth with the words but fuck around and let the MAG stutter Cheese on an opp's head, he's an Aaron Rodgers fan Embosser and a writer, never worked with pots and pans Bullets hot as hell, I shot 'em at him, think he got a tan Course there's 'bows around, dumbass, I'm in the spot with Gramz [Verse 2: YSR Gramz] I'll have BabyTron jugg you, yeah, we gotta ham I been taxing niggas for a long time, Uncle Sam Nigga, calm the fuck down, you is not the man Pull a chop out on a nigga, make that nigga ran "How this young nigga out the city?", I'm from Beecher, man I can teach you how to get some money, I'm a teacher, man Pull up to a opp nigga house like a pizza man This nigga talk too much, he a preacher, man I lost my nigga [?] got me going brazy Yo baby daddy broke, y'all got a broke baby I know some niggas throwing up them C's, they be going crazy You don't get no motherfucking money 'cause you fucking lazy I ain't talking 'bout no bitch, he come take yo soul, baby Put a bitch on that nigga, take his pole, baby I be fresh as hell, that Off-White, you rock Old Navy I be walking with a stick, nigga, like a old lady [Verse 3: RMC Mike] Shit, I just got a pint of Wock' from my old lady Remember back in Northern High School I went Girbaud crazy I just got my license to carry, went pole crazy My sis slap two everywhere like I'm [?] Me and Gramz'll stomp a nigga out if he act stupid I don't believe shit them niggas say, they make cap music Treat my bitch pussy like a mic, I'm finna rap to it I stop spice talking for a minute, now I'm back to it Take it back from when we first started, finna press the gas Bitch can't suck dick for shit but got impressive ass It's a PLR, all you see is fire when the weapon flash I think his engine finna stop, bro, check the gas Ghetto Boyz [?] sack runner and a shitty gang My Glock stutter like it's TQ when the semi spray As of right now I can pull a hunnid out any day I bet that DBX go through anything when it penitrate Bitch