Blkk J and Gxldsoulrebel - Beasty

Slaying enemies black knight with armor on
Leather on interior Beamer but the classic one
Old school box I'm getting new school pussy
Vintage on the cap glass filled with dusse
Do say myself I'm pinky raising fancy with the glass in hand
Pinstripe the pussy I'm a classic man
I got a reputation holding up just ask my fans
It's usually niggas that be hating when you get ya chance
I don't hear em def artist like I'm Van Gogh
Busting skulls blood for headbands I call em Rambo
They call for war dog they struggle with the sample
These niggas fake watch em turning on you like a channel
They say I'm not from this generation but I decline plenty
Seeing niggas older than me who're dumber than me
I'm shooting shots at these chicks until the clip is empty
Like a married man stay quiet for a cool 50
She need that cashapp I need break
Fucking up my shorty guts just like a tummy ache
Niggas talking cash but they pockets underweight
I'm saying ándale to mamis trying to come my way
They outta pocket like it's no insurance
Kinda hard to run ya mouth when you got no endurance
Your second wind ain't gonna interrupt my second win
Just hang tight up on the sideline
I'll let you know just when my time is end
And shit the clock is ticking dawg the shot clock
24's the number Jack Bauer to you have nots
I had the stocks rising like the chicken in pots
Pie is what we serving
Give the haters handkerchiefs around they necks
And get em shot just like it's cheddar bob
They self destruct just like a time bomb
They play McGuiver cut the wrong wire
I play Omar walking through the alley
Trench coated up to run ya shit just like some newer ballys
To run the 574 you need a new balance
I'm copping 997s and now my shorty wylin
She want the Birkin but I bagged her with the Air Max
She told me just do it cuz mami not trying to hear that
I like em bossy just to match my fly
A real one to zip you up once you talk with spice
Niggas think they hot talking bout they decked with ice
Until they pocket tapped and then that shit get turned to mine
The flow feel like chewing five gum Good gas keep my eyes hung
My shawty she a size one
You only touching crumbs like a grinder
My wisdom I define her as the finest in the lineup
Ima writer you the type to get on and get the itis
I'm bout to light up
Listening to pick your fighter
I can't find a negu nicer
I started writing rhymes shortly after shitty diapers
I'm getting odor gotta nose better
Shorty ass shaking like it's cold weather
Aboriginal negus hold crowns wit the feathers
My pockets weigh a zip but my heart weigh a feather
Heard ya raps I thought a fart would sound better
I be looking at negus like they rocking a wild get up
It's going up falsetto
The tissue on the booty negu angel soft
What I'm rockin you couldn't name a cloth
I could sell it for a rack stains and all
Life wild I couldn't tame it gawd
Who's the really blame
When negus ain't willing to change
That's why I fuck with a very small percent in this game
Nine times outta ten I consider you lame

Written by:
Jay Thomas, Malik Barnett

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