QP. WorldWide - 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

Written by:
Quest Parham

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