Beeper Baby

Turtle neck sweater with the heroin pea coat Inside pocket with the fire not cash Young Beeper Baby I was born with the game from the stories of my papa Counting a hundred thousand in cash Riding through the city with the cut on blast Big four five about three four mags Leaving Ralph David with the Camaro on smash Stock Blue Chip nigga check my status Shoot a nigga with no mask If got to that point he deserved it Used to be days call my phone ill serve ya Now the nigga trying to buy the shit out my personal If this bitch stiff nigga bet I can jerk her Now she trying to show up unannounced on purpose Bitch cant stay this the place that we working Juice got her hooked she want some one on one service Quarter on the elbow One Twelve Shit Smoking from places I aint even been So much ambition I ran through depression I'm feeling so charged up Pay to plug in You just a regular wave This shit tsunami Shout out to Tsunami I'm from the South we don't chase shit but money Run through the week Pass out plates on a Sunday Bitch