The Pullman Collective - BEASLEY

Hey, oh yeah
This the one, this the one
Run it back, run it back

Playing with the boys that's a bad decision
I ain't never really had a pot to piss in
I got Ciroc on the rocks, and we all can kick it
You wanna talk, get stomped, I'm about my business
Couldn't tell you how much my outfit is
Haters back then say he gotta be kidding
She friend zoned me like way back when
And now she want me on top like sauce on chicken
Clock on ticking, ball like Pippen
Shoot my shot with the rock like Lillard
I ain't got no limits, pockets thickened
She said I only spit straight game no gimmicks
Hey this kid is so crazy wit it
Got the whip so clean, smell amazing in it
Cap on fitted, flow parasitic
I don't rap with no team, unless they A1 with it

I ain't never gonna stop, let the pretty woman flock
Got a real stadium for them all, to jump right off the wall
So appalled, let her fall for me like I'm Iverson
Usual to be up at 5am, so high I am
Let me hop behind the wheel she wanna ride with him
He the flyest kid, get me on the court, do sports
Center of attention, I should play for New York
Feel the force of a young Jedi
He fly through the night like a motherfucking red-eye
Precise, too nice
Got deadeye, I just want bread like
Chef G Ramsey, you ain't family boy
I'm her fantasy boy, need a dam for me
Goddamn, I'm too filthy
Bring every camera, cover every angle
This about to be a top to bottom manhandle

Easy, too easy
I was made for the balling like Beasley
Y'all better feed me, feed me
Scoring with the team on TV
My ex girl called said she need me
But I don't really care about your feelings, ooh
I got a couple bottles in my freezer for the weekend
If you really wanna bring out my demons, uh

Be on what I'm on
I sit on the nylon
Lil homie you try hard
It's too easy
Why you motherfuckers so cheesy, always on top when i drop like Yeezy
I'm finna cop a whole lot I'm cheesing, why y'all stay switching on me like the seasons
Ice on my neck I'm freezing, might need a plug I'm leaking
Know what I say I mean it, I don't need a reason
All I do is disturb the peace
Asking too much ain't get words from me
She wanna fuck but I ain't for free
I need you down to just chill with me, Physically
That way I know that you into me
Ain't attracted to negative energy
Can't believe you think you got the best of me

Easy, too easy
I was made for the balling like Beasley
Y'all better feed me, feed me
Scoring with the team on TV
My ex girl called said she need me
But I don't really care about your feelings, ooh
I got a couple bottles in my freezer for the weekend
If you really wanna bring out my demons, uh

Written by:
Samuel Coulon, Vasili Varlamos, Zach Settle

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