"Black Beatles" lyrics

Hat back
Trap back
Flicky
Back out
Turned my auntie's kitchen to a trap house
7-Up, muddy
I drop four ounce
Hat back
Trap back
Cali
Four pounds

Listen, my dear, I'm big league
Oh, I move like Michelle Obama if you're fuckin' with me
Leave the little boys to their toys
Where I'll take you is 2K a night for the suite
Sharks in the tank while we eat
Pick a lobster live, bon appétit
Put the latest laces on her feet
Let her link her friends and take the Jeep (Yeah)
Hundred K chain look retarded
I trap with the yardies and marleys
I'm anti-social, I don't party
Rather blow the bag overseas
Eleven Rollies, Richards, APs
My cleaner said I'm going crazy (Uh huh)
My old hoe jealous, probably hates me (Yeah)
Wouldn't piss on her if she paid me

Hat back
Trap back
Flicky
Back out
Turned my auntie's kitchen to a trap house
7-Up, muddy
I drop four ounce
Hat back
Trap back
Cali
Four pounds

I don't (No) eat when I sip 'cause I quit
So we ain't with the styrofoam (No way)
I won't drive with a stick
But I'm tellin' my hitter to slide chrome
New time-piece, put a hundred on each
Still get the time wrong (Eh)
Darling, I come up like I was with Meech
I put those guys on (He did)
I said I'm a rockstar, but baby I care (Ski)
I used to sell rocks at the door by the stairs (Stairs)
Rich Gs in a big red bus, and the Patties and Skellys are buss
Fitted Amiris a must
B so crazy, baby, I wanna discuss (Ahh)

Hat back
Trap back
Flicky
Back out
Turned my auntie's kitchen to a trap house
7-Up, muddy
I drop four ounce
Hat back
Trap back
Cali
Four pounds