$beamer

Oh he gettin' low, that's cool run him down with the Beamer I'm not Spanish but ride with my Nina We spin like Hurricane Katrina Headshot gang he gon' wake up in Athena Glrtt bow then clear out the arena Mask on bitch, I feel like John Cena When they see me in person it's a whole different demeanor I never got shot, never got stabbed either These white bitches they got jungle fever Oh he drop my guns, I'ma shoot till he seizure Drippy some Cree, so I pour him in a liter Lil' bitch E4E, still eat up the peter ... off of the bleachers, Lil' heem all on they speakers I remember eighth grade gettin' neck in the theater She wanna f*ck and I ain't even meet her Back then they tried to play me And then I started shootin' like the Navy They not spinnin' the field, niggas is not crazy Jay Sean gettin' hit with that baby This is a 4-5, not a 380 When I caught Teddy, he got low with his lady My white boy Nate, he like Slim Shady I been dunkin' on shit like McGrady 105K, know the whole beach hate me Momo shoulda died, he was runnin' to safety Rich Shooter got shot in his eye got lazy 4-5 double O, 60 miles, that shit too slow Bigs ain't do shit, we painted his low Where's your man? He's dead in the road G3 on the hip, it blow like confetti 30 in the clip as long as a machete I'ma do him like Kay Flock, nigga is ya' ready? I been duckin' 12, I'm not R. Kelly Oh he runnin' track run him down with the Chevy ARP on the shoulder, it's heavy I'm out the sunroof, usin' my lefty Them niggas ain't blow for they bestie Oh, we got the Addy to the telly Start shootin' the club, do his ass like belly And the block still hot like Nelly I dont be on the gram, police on my celly Oh he gettin' low, that's cool run him down with the Beamer I'm not Spanish but ride with my Nina We spin like Hurricane Katrina Head-shot gang he gon' wake up in Athena Glrtt bow then clear out the arena Mask on bitch, I feel like John Cena When they see me in person it's a whole different demeanor I never got shot, never got stabbed either These white bitches they got jungle fever Oh he drop my guns, I'ma shoot till he seizure Drippy some Cree, so I pour him in a liter Lil' bitch E4E, still eat up the peter ... off of the bleachers. Lil' heem all on they speakers