TSM Beeezy - Classic lyrics

𝐘𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐱 yeah, yeah

This another classic (Huh)
Imma show ‘em how I get (yeah)
Ridin’ ‘round in the two door
Just me and my lil bitch
I don’t flex on the gram only
Broke niggas do that shit (yeah)
I’m wit bruddas one of them lil rino
Kayb got the Cartier bust down
In the Beamer speedin’ through H town
, let me see her face now
I did it on my own ain’t ask
For shit I know that proud
The ones who doubted me can’t ask for shit
Stuck up in my ways now
That’s a tragedy I know you mad at me
Trynna move on from that shit but
You keep running back to me
It’s like I called the SWAT team I
Got niggas who gon’ blast for me
My bitch up off that grind she goin
To get that fucking bag for me

This another classic

Kayb with the chopstick he da
Onе that never miss
Yeah, hе the one that’s pouring triss
I got the Margielas for the kicks
I’m like who real in this life?
Who really gon’ ride?
I gotta stay to myself cause
These niggas really fake (Fake)
It’s fuck niggas yeah I hate (I hate)
That never got food on they plate (Bitch)
I pray to God for a
Having that drank then I’m finna make it
(yeah) smoking when I’m feeling good it be
In my system as it should (yeah)
I told them let’s go to the bank I
Took out a ten piece feeling good (yeah)
Double cup know wassup yeah I’m
This bitch I’m booted up
(Bitch I’m booted up)
Oh, that’s your bitch you better
Get her she trynna fuck (yeah)

This another classic (Huh)
Imma show ‘em how I get (yeah)
Ridin’ ‘round in the two door
Just me and my lil bitch
I don’t flex on the gram only
Broke niggas do that shit (yeah)
I’m wit bruddas one lil rino
Kayb got the Cartier bust down
In the Beamer speedin’ through H town
, let me see her face now
I did it on my own ain’t ask
For shit I know that proud
The ones who doubted me can’t ask for
Shit stuck up in my ways now
That’s a tragedy I know you mad at me
Trynna move on from that shit but
You keep running back to me
It’s like I called the SWAT team I
Got niggas who gon’ blast for me
My bitch up off that grind she goin
To get that fucking bag for me
He the one that never miss (yeah)
Kayb wit’ the chopstick
He the one that never miss
He the one that’s pouring triss
He the one to make it-