Beverly Hills (feat. Supa Soda)

I can't bitch my heart you know that love kills If you go against the squad we make your blood spill My shooters hoping out the car like some navy seals Put you on death row like suge night we trained to kill This bitch say she want to f*ck me She know I'm too real She pop that pussy for me then I make her pop a pill Catch me smoking thrax while counting hundred dollar bills I'm a superstar I need a crib in Beverly Hills Shawty want a thug, cuz I shine like the sun up But I want them bucks, trap all night until the sun up Call me young thug, yea post with my gunna He gon pull his gun up if you run up you get done up Back in the day I was broke, I had no hoes In the past Back in the day I was broke, I had no hoes in the past Magnificent get to the guap, magnificent Get to the cash, Magnificent get to the guap, Magnificent get to the cash These niggas are jokes and I laugh Your bitch she on go like cab F*ck her and call up A cab Then I go take me nap I lied I cannot lack Paranoid I'm up with the gat Round of applause you get clap I put a hole in your hat Im always on the move But I stay off the map This bitch said I'm cool and her nigga is whack She like how you get theM shoes, cuz I'm serving them packs Bob the builder with that tool Nail an opp with the gat