Young Scooter, Zaytoven, Chief Keef - Beat Cry lyrics

Zaytoven yeah, I don't really fuck with too
Many producers like that man zaytiggy man

Zaytiggy so goddamn hard he make the beat cry
These pussy nigga foldin' and I see why
Seen producers sell their soul
For a couple M's jugg millions out the spot
With t-shirts & timbs
Zaytiggy times Street, that equal calculation
I got the same shit these rappers
Got that's why they hatin'
But I ain't got no deal
The street's the only way to make it
When you win bring your niggas
In on the paper

When you in bring your niggas in
Don't be greedy
Cause these rappers have you wondering
More shit than Stevie
Thе neighborhood got hot
We moved thе trap to Believeland
Cleveland with the slimes juggin' all season
(Slatt) count two million dollar cash yeah
I know the feeling
Nigga got caught with a pound of gas
Pussy start squealin'
Rob a nigga without a mask
I'm the finesse god
Crack baby nigga, so I was born a trap god

Zaytiggy so goddamn hard he make the beat cry
These pussy nigga foldin' and I see why
Seen producers sell their soul
For a couple M's jugg millions out the spot
With t-shirts & timbs
Zaytiggy times Street, that equal calculation
I got the same shit these rappers
Got that's why they hatin'
But I ain't got no deal
The street's the only way to make it
When you win bring your niggas
In on the paper

The beat cryin'
The streets dyin' and these rappers lyin'
It's on me to come and
Save the streets every time
Cut a lot of producers off
Cause they fucking fake
That's why I fuck with Zay and Chophouze Jay
It's a hard life but I ain't talking J
I got dealers on soft white
Each and every day
Oh yeah your music hard, but you in the way
Cause you ain't talking money
I don't wanna hear shit you got to say

Zaytiggy so goddamn hard he make the beat cry
These pussy niggas foldin' and I see why
Seen producers sell their soul
For a couple M's jugg millions out the spot
With t-shirts & timbs
Zaytiggy times Street, that equal calculation
I got the same shit these rappers
Got that's why they hatin'
But I ain't got no deal
The street's the only way to make it
When you win bring your niggas
In on the paper

Outside, hit the garage
Bust his fuckin' coconut till
It's Pina Colada in the A with two bitches
That's a fuckin menage
Nigga think he wanna gamble
This not the Mirage
Sending bullet after bullet that's
A fuckin' barrage
Dealer bitch have a mail so I call a
Bitch I'm like a contractor I
Got so many rugs
Tell a nigga cool down 'fore
You break so many cool nigga

Zaytiggy so goddamn hard he make the beat cry
These pussy niggas foldin' and I see why
Seen producers sell their soul
For a couple M's jugg millions out the spot
With t-shirts & timbs
Zaytiggy times Street, that equal calculation
I got the same shit these rappers
Got that's why they hatin'
But I ain't got no deal
The street's the only way to make it
When you win bring your niggas
In on the paper