Beretta Biz - Lullaby

Easy peasy lemon squeezy
Nine millimeter nickel plated
Now ya fucking breezy
Say she want emancipation
Drifting like I’m hand braking
Off the gin I’m pan caking
Stacking like I’m brick laying
Proud because my man made it
Out that jam no berry flavor
Odds ain’t in our fucking favor
Cool we finna hit this lick
Pressure like a boiler maker
Slide thu my set bitch
Nothing up under that dress’ll probably be best
She say she gon ride me to death
I’m glad that I’m good with the Lord
Put 2 in my chest
Beretta you dope
Naw I’m bragging or boasting
That’s the consensus for most
A Mack and a host
Forever gon run y’all the truth
That’s in the spirit of Ghost
I don’t want ya hoe
But her position much different
Cuz she want my dick down her throat
I’m cooler than most
But if you try to come for my bread
Just know that I stay with the toast
I stay with the gang 24k with the gold
Check my immaculate glow
I’m acting a whole fool
Cup full of wock them bad bitches packing a bowl
Some fun for tonight
Before the sun decide to shine
You know I’ll be back in my mode
A pro in my field I’m Monty Hall with the deals
But none of this shit is for show
Take it off bitch bend over let me see it see it
Take it off bitch bend over let me see it see it
Take it off bitch bend over let me see it see it
Take it off bitch bend over let me see it see it
It’s kill or be killed
But if it ain’t in Gods will
Then I know I’ll make it back home
She thicker than grits
I tell her what she wanna hear
In return I get to bone
But this shit ain’t free
One part of my game alone
Will make you wanna take out a loan
Go get you a quote
Eight hundred with the credit score
Then hit me come back with the dough
I’m popping that Cris
But I ain’t celebrating shit
Except that I’m able to live
I used to layaway the fits
Now when I wanna splurge
I might just take me a trip
Top 5 on they list
That’s when it come to this drip
I know I’m top 3 when I spit
I’m still on that P
But I can get violent indeed
We like hockey team with them sticks
Got chicks in the sticks
Still got my chick in the chi
She make me hot beef with the chips
She like a Philly cheesesteak
Much better than this
Bitch no comparison
Stock market so low yall in trouble
I guess that’s the breaks like a huddle
Found the millionaire piece to my puzzle
Cheat codes in my game on the double
I stand long enough leave a puddle
Wrapping that dope like we cuddle
Bass got my voice sounding muffled
I’m talking my shit fuck a muzzle
Money scope like the hubble
Touching bands on the subtle
Rocks in my ear like it’s rubble
Truly I’m blessed and I’m humble
Biz

Written by:
Terrence Bronson

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