RealYungPhil - Beamer Boy lyrics
[RealYungPhil - Beamer Boy lyrics]
(Evilgiane) (Surf Gang, bitch)
What? Damn
Niggas like me had to flex up
I had to go in and check up
Niggas like you shouldn't pull
Up and test us
My brother walk with a Tec tucked
Talk down, hit him from the neck up
Get a bag, nigga go and get one
Had the boy hatin' and I never met 'em
See it, I want it, I get it
Ain't 'bout the Ben Franks', nigga dead it
Nigga I said it I meant it
Bitch, stop askin' me questions
Shut the fuck up
You ain't talkin' no checks bitch
I took a L but that shit was a lesson
I ran it up and I'm breadin'
Still couldn't tell you how I did it
I see yo face, livid
I had to run up them digit's
I give a fuck 'bout her credit
'Cause I get to a bag in a minute
Said he want smoke, bill it
Who rеally fuckin' with us? Crooked
Damn, I heard thesе niggas is fed up
Foot on they necks, nigga we can't let up
I told that lil' nigga catch up
You come to block and get wet up
Ain't 'bout the Ben Franks', nigga shut up
You wanna work, I won't let 'em
Niggas like me had to flex up
I had to go in and check up
Niggas like you shouldn't pull
Up and test us
My brother walk with a Tec tucked
Talk down, hit him from the neck up
Get a bag, nigga go and get one
Had the boy hatin' and I never met 'em
See it, I want it, I get it
Ain't 'bout the Ben Franks', nigga dead it
Nigga I said it I meant it
Bitch, stop askin' me questions
Shut the fuck up
You ain't talkin' no checks bitch
I took a L but that shit was a lesson
I ran it up and I'm breadin' (Damn)
What? Damn
Niggas like me had to flex up
I had to go in and check up
Niggas like you shouldn't pull
Up and test us
My brother walk with a Tec tucked
Talk down, hit him from the neck up
Get a bag, nigga go and get one
Had the boy hatin' and I never met 'em
See it, I want it, I get it
Ain't 'bout the Ben Franks', nigga dead it
Nigga I said it I meant it
Bitch, stop askin' me questions
Shut the fuck up
You ain't talkin' no checks bitch
I took a L but that shit was a lesson
I ran it up and I'm breadin'
Still couldn't tell you how I did it
I see yo face, livid
I had to run up them digit's
I give a fuck 'bout her credit
'Cause I get to a bag in a minute
Said he want smoke, bill it
Who rеally fuckin' with us? Crooked
Damn, I heard thesе niggas is fed up
Foot on they necks, nigga we can't let up
I told that lil' nigga catch up
You come to block and get wet up
Ain't 'bout the Ben Franks', nigga shut up
You wanna work, I won't let 'em
Niggas like me had to flex up
I had to go in and check up
Niggas like you shouldn't pull
Up and test us
My brother walk with a Tec tucked
Talk down, hit him from the neck up
Get a bag, nigga go and get one
Had the boy hatin' and I never met 'em
See it, I want it, I get it
Ain't 'bout the Ben Franks', nigga dead it
Nigga I said it I meant it
Bitch, stop askin' me questions
Shut the fuck up
You ain't talkin' no checks bitch
I took a L but that shit was a lesson
I ran it up and I'm breadin' (Damn)