Beekay - Quick Brag

I'll kick you out bitch why you laughing?
I just put her on the web you probably see her when she actin
Just made a sale quick daily double your money is just a fraction
Another sale my money humble but your money go subtraction
In the Tonka Brady King was driftin' he was fuckin' spazzin

In the coupe and Noah doin' a 30 over on bypasses We be smokin' till our vision blurry
Wear the fuckin' glasses Ian tweakin' Ezra fuckin' geekin
Faded never crashes
Wait

I'ma switch the tone Glock about to go Medusa
Turn this oppa into stone hit your home Ruga plated chrome 9 to the dome
Get out my zone yo bitch on my phone bout to make her moan
Damn she a hoe she just wanting' more kicked her out the door

I'm makin' dough my wrist stay on snow VV's way too cold
My jewelry froze feel it in her toes makin' bread and toast I do the most
Fly her to the coast hunnid' in my coat
I said uh I think we should probably switch this shit up

Yo bitch gettin' sloppy where the fuck her manners
Givin' gifts to all my children damn it she just might be Santa
Makin' movement left hand got the duce right hand got my Fanta
Easy money I be stumblin' after smokin' on Bruce Banner

Money handler I'ma fan it out then throw it on a dancer
Throw a phantom on that bitch the only one from Indiana
Take a gander only hit headshots aiming at bandanas
Taking Hannah She can't handle me but she still go bananas

Keep a can of Sprite with me I pour the lean then vision blurry
Words are slurry body bout to stumble after sippin' 30
Just like curry splashed it in her mouth she feelin' really dirty
Saw some birdies there's a four and there's a nine but I ain't Purdy

Yo bitch give me nudity this shit ain't new to me
Big money no gratuity these blues are true to me
I see your head's an opportunity for my glock scrutiny
I'm bout to pull up got the crew with me

You like what the who is he bitch I'm Ryke

Written by:
Ryker Cisney

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