Beatrice & Fleech

[Intro]

What’s goin on here why is everything chrome

Damn, damn, damn, damn

[Verse]

Parked foreigns on the curb

Bank roll bust the scene

Rocking Bond number nine

She tryna rip me out my jeans

7,000 for an outfit

Be cool that ain’t really bout shit

Project bitch want a channel bag, she don’t know how to pronounce it

She can’t believe how my house is

I sip lean out the fountain

I came straight out the trenches, but now my bank roll got thousands

I sip drank till I’m out it

Big ass Porsche pull up like tank

Jump out that bitch bout it, bout it

Lil’ Papi smoking the loudest

I sold dope me and Memo

On the corner by the dead end

Play with that money, to the motherfucking ground, stomp his head in

Nigga got hit cause I said it

I dropped a bag they behead them

They’ll tell you before I was rapping I was really swinging metal

Nigga I’m the voice of the ghetto

I-I gave all them niggas hope

And whether they know this shit or not nigga I gave all them niggas dope

You copping from a nigga who cop from a nigga who cop from me

On the west I’m pushing hard but I got smack back over east

Show the bitch how to get flee

New J’s early release

800 for my jeans

Robin jacket with the wings

Whole city know about Fleech

Pop one, two, and, three

Bankroll don’t fold nigga I fuck up the scene

Show them shit they never seen

Taught them how to hit a sleaze

Nigga can’t talk about no backhand nigga they got that shit from me

Now I pull up foreign V’s

Push the button don’t need a key

Hoe see me one time bitch drop right down to her knees

Bitch treat me like Jesus

30,000 whatever I’m cheesing

Walk in the Louie store blow 20,000 right now no damn reason

Nigga you’s a Gilbert Arenas

I got 4 seasons of rings

My bitch freak as hell like Trina

Bitch start nagging me “Oou Keshia”

Nigga it’s seven thousand for a Beamer

Bitch got passport got visa

Bitch got ass like Zerena

Unc keep calling like “I need it”

I’m in the spot with Juanita

She like ah shit that’s Fleech

At the stove, bowl I beat it, I don’t want that bullshit you keep it

Bitch I’m brr it’s freezing

Grandma praying out for Jesus

I get that money bitch I need it

That why the side door swinging

Them niggas try it we gone bring it

You see the fire from that heater

I let it fly will he beam it

They say “Pap, you a genius”

Nigga my mom know I mean it

Just like my fah ima’ keep it

Before that fah start screaming

Nigga loud for no reason

I’m walking down still squeezing

Make sure his ass not breathing

I’m a real coke boy I ain’t French I’m still scheming

Fay telling me be easy

When I say I’m like a demon

Papi pull up in a demon

Drop the window what he feeling

Put your body in the cement

Them niggas know how we get

Made a thirty for the weekend

She wanna fuck me till the weekend

Real project bitch named Princess

Bitch wanna eat me get her lips wet

Side street drop top big back

G29 take it get back

Dope boy still posted at the corner store

I made a dope hole if you know then you know

Rap money slow

Then we kick a door

[?] get the [?] get the dope

Lay a nigga down, fire on your folks

Perc after perc, fried up the most

Bounce right out the car, fire up the stove

Winter time it’s July at the stove

I walk in this bitch I’m known to do the most

Talking ass nigga walked in like Prop Joe

Auntie beating on the side but we not home

The ring camera told her get the hell on

I don't give a fuck what you thought I’m really the one

In the middle of Philly middle of the slums

In Cali picking with the growers and plugs

The trenches where I’m from I came out the mud

It ain’t a slab but we bang the trunk

I’m on a time limit, what’s the hold up?

Sugar Ray Leonard beat the bowl up

Hulkamania pick the stove up

[Outro]

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