Bradley Beal

We finna hop in that V, let's go That boy my son, better do what you told Stay on 10, I never fold Bitch, I'm him, I'm real I work too hard, don't know how to feel Go for three like Bradley Beal Yeah, that boy got hit with a Tec-9 Got put down like it's bedtime Can't pop out till past nine Put that boy in a Headline We flippin' his whip like it's Fry Guys I want the Bentley with Frog Eyes Yeah, Oh My, Yeah I'm tryna be in the spotlight She know I'm awesome You better not come to me wrong You know my gang gon' cross him Bitch, are you serious Off of the drank I'm delirious Mo on the beat and I'm feelin' it Yeah She know Pop out with the gang, we killin Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah We finna hop in that V, let's go That boy my son, better do what you told Stay on 10, I never fold Bitch, I'm him, I'm real I work too hard, don't know how to feel Go for three like Bradley Beal Go for three like Bradley Beal