Beretta Biz - Ibiza Freestyle

Bred all on my sneakers
Popping out in Ibiza
Biz baby I be’s da
Coldest cube out the freezer aye
Hold me to it if I speak it
That’s my word I gotta keep it
Niggas bitching bout my glow dissing on the low you been a hater ain’t no secret aye
Boulders weigh down my earlobes
The hardest nigga with a pierced nose
The drink got me in a weird pose and all these groupie devils want my dear soul I knew I fucked her friend cuz they be sharing clothes
She played it cool but told me I was the goal
When we out in public I’m just play bro
Different weekends same hoes I was saving up for that range rove til I hopped inside that SL 5
Red leather with the wood trimming classic like Chanel number 5
Got the rubber grip to protect my vibe
Cuz these young niggas ain’t gon let you slide
Gotta thank my loved ones the most high who seen me at my lowest yet still I rise
Sold narcotics just to get in line for them new Mikes and wear em 2 times
Da man on campus like a star recruit cuz my price was low and ima cool guy
Expensive fabrics what I’m fueled by In
Neiman Marcus spending blue guys
Take a lovely lady show her round the spot All we do is cut like some new knives
Only after bucks like a deer hunter
Give 2 fucks I don’t fear nothing
Shades d&g after a year of pumping
Stay with them bands you can hear me coming
I don’t want this game but I clearly run it stay grounded like I been severely punished
Team elevating that’s a yearly promise
We been the shit I hope you near a plunger nigga

Written by:
Terrence Bronson

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