Beezyx2 - Big Beezy

I need loyalty
So who can I call on
All these niggas snakes
When I look at my call log
I been hurt
Since they took all my dawgs home
It get worse
I think I'm finna log off
Take another one and ain't nomo coming back
Put a hole in his head ion play bout Mack
If they say his name in vain that's gon get em whack
A lil nigga watchout can't comeback from that
Who dat
Why you want do that
Bitch it's Big Beezy
Ain't nun to shoot at
Kick the door down
Ask nigga where the loot at
Airbnb that's where me and the crew at
Out getting food already know where Big Lue at
Go check the gram wanna see where a 2 at
Got to much sauce better ask where ya hoe at
I put the cup down but the guys can go pour that
Pour up
Pour you a 4 up
This bitch so thick she remind me a syrup
She lookin she choosing
Boy go put your whore up
You mad cause she choosing that shit get you tore up
If she bad I'll take her to Europe
France, she wanna dance with her friends
Damn, this girl ain't just bad for the gram
I passed 3rd base tryna go for grand slam
I can't take this girl to my home
But she a dog
Tryna go for my bone
I look from behind like I'm peeping vlone
I slut the girl out she won't leave me alone
She think she my queen tryna go for the throne
Now she be yelling she out of her zone
Watch ya tone
Don't forget that I'm grown
Bitch whatchu got going on
I need loyalty
So who can I call on
Nobody
When I reach out
Get the dial tone
Whatchu know bout it
Been real for so long ain't got nun to show for it
Walk myself round the game ain't get no chauffeur
Workin so hard I forgot what's a sofa
Million dollar meeting I ain't wearin no loafers
I might be a doeboy
Where I came from really ain't have no choice for it
Ain't have no choice
But to go for it
Put my head down and did what I was supposed to
When I pop out
Now the people gon post it
Stalking my page
Man these niggas on hoe shit
Cycles is green
Our friendship on some close shit
Think they know me
But they really don't know shit
Talking bout rumors
It's that or some mo shit
Shut the fuck up get some motion
Go get some motion , nah, I ain't jokin
Do what you gotta do, get you some tokens
I got rich off devotion, I fought my way to the bank
And said fuck all the commotion
My palms steady itchin', bitch, that's a good omen
I did it myself, I ain't pay for promotion
When it come to bank statements, I'm super well-spoken
So secure with the cash, my account never frozen
Knots in my pocket, you'd think that they swollen
Cops tryna stop me, they ask if it's stolen
Been out the hood, bought a house out in Solon
I got so many cards, Punchin' pins like I'm Bowlin
Got the reigns to the game, call me Roman
Pullin' gold out my pocket like Trojan
Touched my first hunnid and knew I was chosen
Bitch, I'm out here ball ball like DeRozan

Written by:
Braylen Womack

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