Savya Worldwide - Wall Street Bull

They say I'm up. It's my turn again
They say I'm hogging the mic and shit, hogging the lane.
Bey Bey

This flow is Wall Street Approved
Got power, get you removed
Real gangster, kidnap your goons
Twenty bands and have it by noon
Back then, had fiends on the moon
I'm why your mom was heating up spoons
Say Bey Bey trending all winter
Was curb serving fiends last June
Hit me, you're dumb for that thought
I don't shoot the guns that I bought
Plug love, I never ran off
Dropped a tape and stopped selling soft
Every nigga around me a boss
Nigga rig a trial and get lost
They know what it is, if I'm caught
Cause every nigga around me got off
Every crip around me gon' walk
Every Blood I'm with gon' B
Where I'm from colors ain't shit
On sight, niggas gon' see
One bull a nigga can't ride
If I die the city gon' slide
Kill the other side for my side
Three tapes and still never lied

Bey Bey, Bey Bey
Fuck a bitch like Ray J
I was Tay K before Tay K
They know not to call unless it's payday
Bey Bey
Bey Bey
Bey Bey Bey

I ain't never been whooped
Had bricks that never got cooked
Stood alone and never got shook
Had a bitch keep bread on my books
That bitch just go off my looks
Beat a queen with a horse and both rooks
Every game your bitch got took
Now I'm charging change for input
Dropped hits that never had hooks
Blew up and never got pushed
He think he's safe on PC
Kill his mom and mail him her foot
Fuck nigga, know where you at
Hands up they shoot at our back
You rap, im rhyming with facts
Got on and never went back

Bey Bey, Bey Bey
Fuck a bitch like Ray J
I was Tay K before Tay K
They know not to call unless it's payday
Bey Bey
Bey Bey
Bey Bey Bey

Written by:
Melvyn Felton II

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