Kyle Richh, Mike Myerzz - Beam lyrics

(24 is the GOAT)
Kyle Richh, I really love you

Fuck that, that nigga gone
Dummy got clapped for the shit he was wrong
If you see me, you better perform
Bullets gon' shake in me
Flippin' his lungs
Lil' thotty, she tryna get sexual
She be feenin' the pop it and lock it
Everything dead, I ain't givin' no options
Tell bro, "Don't stop, keep flockin'"

I'm a shouter and shout with a dime
Don't chat, I'ma dump that knocker
Everything dead, send shots to the doctor
Gumbo shit, kick it like soccer
Dump out the V, straight flock 'em
Flock 'em better run if you runnin' at me
Bitch, I'm on call, I'm on D like Siakam
Like
II'm really K with the G (Glah, glah, glah)
Genuine spotted me drinked and drinked it
Lil' bro tryna run and
I'm sheddin' out three
(Sheddin' out what?)
Top two, I'm sendin' out six
(Sendin' out six)
I cannot dance with the knock on my hip
(Knock on my what?)
Niggas want tell me to chill
But I'm in the field, for real
Like these niggas know what I do
Draco, throw nine back at you
Dump out the V, see that opp and then deuce
Like

Fuck that, that nigga gone
Dummy got clapped for the shit he was wrong
If you see me, you better perform
Bullets gon' shake in me
Flippin' his lungs
Lil' thotty, she tryna get sexual
She be feenin' the pop it and lock it
Everything dead, I ain't givin' no options
Tell bro, "Don't stop, keep flockin'"

I don't know what to tell
You niggas when I come
Sound like Durk when it start to hum
Glizzy like Myerzz, so you better run
No Nick but this cannon comin' with a drum
Hol' on and we spinnin'
Spin again
We odn't stop 'til we give us a win
Watch him dance like the party began
Like the two bullets itchin' his skin
Everybody a tough guy
'til lil' tough guy get
His little ass bitch (Baow)
You was a supposed lil' good
Guy turned to a tuggy
Turn your body get a stitch (Grr)
Had your bitch doin' mad tricks
It's the LV with the Rick
Too much ice, gotta use Vick
I'm the one, you lil' ass pick
Make it twerk, baby, throw it back
I'ma need that brown without the crack
I don't need a flag to attack
I go hunt a nigga 'cause I'm

Fuck that, that nigga gone
Dummy got clapped for the shit he was wrong
If you see me, you better perform
Bullets gon' shake in me
Flippin' his lungs
Lil' thotty, she tryna get sexual
She be feenin' the pop it and lock it
Everything dead, I ain't givin' no options
Tell bro, "Don't stop, keep flockin'"

Glah, tell bro, "Don't stop
Keep flockin'" like what? Like what?
Don't flock glah
KR mcLovin
Glah, glah, glah