The Bees Knees (Demo)

[Intro] Let's go, let's go Chasing the lean Let's go (G. Ry got me, okay, okay) Chasing the lean, rotting my brain (AP Gang) (Hit-Boy) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah Let's do it [Chorus] Chasing the lean, rotting my brain, honestly (Ya dig?) Drugs the only thing that's faithful to me, sorry to say (What, what? Ya dig?) Groupie hoes wanna come my way (C'mon) Come take this pic and get out my face (C'mon) Ran into my main thing (Yeah, yeah) Come take this dick and you can stay (Yeah) [Verse 1] It's my year, year, year, codeine sip, no beer (Uh-huh) Holy shit, he's the shit, words from my peers (Uh-huh, uh-huh) You don't like me, you can suck a dick That's how it goes around here (Yeah, suck a fucking dick) Cowboy, oh, yeah, big six-shooter in the air Drunky, you wanna fuck me, bitch, then fuck me (Let's do it) You wanna kill me, nigga, then buck me (Let's do it) These niggas really want me dead (C'mon) I don't really think they that lucky (C'mon) I told my bitch I love her (I did) I hope she think I mean it (Woah) I wouldn't lie about that shit, trust me (At all) I wouldn't lie about street shit, trust me (At all) I wouldn't lie about drug shit, trust me (Oh no) See that drug shit hide the ugly (Oh no) And I ain't never been ugly, trust me (Oh no) Dicked up in her brain, concussion (Uh-huh) We had a Snoop Dogg discussion (We did) A sexual eruption (Smash) Open up them legs, I'm hungry (Let's go) [Bridge] I’m through with these hoes Fuckin’ a few of these hoes Said how I’m doing these hoes Soap dropping ass nigga full of flows They gon’ kill you or you gon’ get killed by the law I’m through with these hoes Fuckin’ a few of these hoes Said how I’m doing these hoes Soap dropping ass nigga full of flows They gon’ kill you or you gon’ get killed by the law [Pre-Chorus] Bank account eruptin' (Yeah) I need me a safe or somethin' (Yeah) I'm a dirt bike riding junkie (C'mon) I don't need that Wraith for nothing (Let's go) But it's a Wraith on my wrist or somethin' (Skrrt) Hoes wanna rape my wrist or somethin' (All white) Cops wanna raid my crib for nothing (Uh) Just 'cause we black, that's how they comin' (Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12) [Chorus] Chasin' the lean, rotting my brain, honestly (Chasin') Drugs the only thing that's faithful to me, sorry to say (Faith) Groupie hoes wanna come my way (C'mon) Come take this pic and get out my face (C'mon) That champagne glass on my kitchen counter (Yeah, yeah) That's codeine in it, no Ace of Spades (Oh, yeah) [Verse 2] Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, nigga, wait Nigga, it's a wave, nigga, I'm a wave, you a slave To these chains, forgettin' about the road our forefathers paved But hey, who am I to talk? I'm AP gang, a hundred fifty on my wrist, okay Used to bein' afraid, uh, Perc' on the dinner plate, uh Brand new China set for the house, Versace dinner plates, uh What your mama tell you about gettin' involved? (What?) Yeah, you got you a gun, but you still too soft (Nigga) You ain't gon' shoot that bitch at all (Uh-uh) If I got it on me, I'ma let that bitch off (Grrah) Hot boy, young Lil Wayne shit, you see the socks boy Plus I'm a Glock boy, new clip, huggin' a thot, boy Givin' 'em top where they brain is I'm a rockstar lifestyle livin', dirt bike ridin', totin' stainless, I aim big [Pre-Chorus] Bank account eruptin' I need me a safe or something (I do) I'm a dirt bike riding junkie (Uh-huh) I don't need that Wraith for nothing (Skrrt-skrrt) But it's a Wraith on my wrist or somethin' (Wrist) Hoes wanna rape my wrist or somethin' (Rape my wrist) Cops wanna raid my crib for nothing (Raid my crib) Just 'cause we black, that's how they comin' (I know it, yeah) [Chorus] Chasing the lean, rotting my brain, honestly Drugs the only thing that's faithful to me, sorry to say Groupie hoes wanna come my way Come take this pic and get out my face That champagne glass on my kitchen counter That's codeine in it, no Ace of Spades [Bridge] I’m through with these hoes Fuckin’ a few of these hoes Said how I’m doing these hoes Soap dropping ass nigga full of flows They gon’ kill you or you gon’ get killed by the law I’m through with these hoes Fuckin’ a few of these hoes Said how I’m doing these hoes Soap dropping ass nigga full of flows They gon’ kill you or you gon’ get killed by the law [Pre-Chorus] Bank account eruptin' (Yeah) I need me a safe or somethin' (Yeah) I'm a dirt bike riding junkie (C'mon) I don't need that Wraith for nothing (Let's go) But it's a Wraith on my wrist or somethin' (Skrrt) Hoes wanna rape my wrist or somethin' (All white) Cops wanna raid my crib for nothing (Uh) Just 'cause we black, that's how they comin' (Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12) [Chorus] Chasin' the lean, rotting my brain, honestly (Chasin') Drugs the only thing that's faithful to me, sorry to say (Faith) Groupie hoes wanna come my way (C'mon) Come take this pic and get out my face (C'mon) That champagne glass on my kitchen counter (Yeah, yeah) That's codeine in it, no Ace of Spades (Oh, yeah) [Beat Switch] [Interlude] Let me switch it up on y'all fuck niggas, haha (Switch up) Dawn in denial, ayy Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, woah Uh (Let's go) [Chorus] Double cup pleasure (Double) Can I feel this way forever? (Uh-huh) It don't matter how fucked up I get off of the drugs Still giving my effort, all my effort Phone line going AWOL, I'm the plug now They act like my music is the new drug in town The bee's knees (The bee's knees), I am The bee's knees (The bee's knees), bitch, I am The bee's knees It's hard for these hoes to stay away Now I got money, I can't afford loyalty It's a cold day in hell, gotta pay for loyalty? (Why you gotta pay for that?) To do what I do, you need a whole team It's child's play to me, hey The bee's knees, I am The bee's knees, I am [Refrain] OC Never do coke, no, fuck a nosebleed Bentley white guts, cocaine, no seats Dust in the Benz, smokin' thrax Countin' up the racks, bitch, I'm the bee's knees I'm OC Never do coke, no, fuck a nosebleed I do what I wanna Blunts in the strong marijuana I am, the bees knees I’m OC Bentley white guts, cocaine, no seats Dust in the Bentley, smokin' thrax Countin' up these racks, I'm the bee's knees (I am the bee's knees) [Outro] Hah, hah Niggas not ready for this shit at all Listen to Juice talk, he talkin' that talk 'Cause you talkin' to a boss That's real Uh— My fault, I'm high A death race for love I ain't just racin' for love though (No, I'm not) My heart racin' My money racin' (Facts), my mind racin' (Facts) All black diamonds like I'm racist (Huh, you dig?) "Lucid Dreams" still on your bitch playlist (Yessir) I took her and smiled and you lookin' like, "How could you say this?" Timeless music bitch (Thank God for me, me, me) Smokin' thrax, countin' racks (Bee's knees) Nah, fuck racks, need a black card That's how I'm gon' show you I'm hard Yeah, where the Percs at now? (Talk that talk, Juice, stop fuckin' with these niggas) I'm a businessman, so that mean I'm 'bout my business, man (A businessman, I'm a businessman, nigga, a businessman, nigga) Ayy, RP go that shit, this boy got that shit (No cap, no cap, no cap, no cap) I know y'all seen them old videos of Dream Team playin' basketball (Michael Jordan, Game 6, yeah yeah) We just ran a three-man-weave The bee's knees