"Green Beam" lyrics
Guess it's a flex
Cause when we step out
It's official
Savages where I grew up
Dirty work em'
With the pistol
Stood on all 10
By myself since I was little
Hustle for my own bag
I don't get caught in the middle
Touch em with that iron
Leave his shit
Right on the curve
Pile that money up
Know I'm the sickest
I ain't worried
Touch down for like 50
Then go hop back on the bird
Bitch I'ma do my shit
So what you do
Ain't my concern
I still earn a lot of dollars
Every day now
Ain't to be fucked with
Nigga go to a play ground
I hit em up
Ain't tryna miss
With any K rounds
Send the blitz
Fall in his shit
Make sure he stay down
Look...
I remember when I ain't have shit
Now shit is federal
Looking at my calendar
A quarter million schedule
Don't fuck with my niggas
They crazy
Born from a mental home
All I think he know
How to do
Is creep and get em gone
Making all this gwap
By myself
So nigga leave me lone
And I'll slang that bitch
By myself
I ain't no chicken bone
Switching up ain't good for my health
What type of shit You on
On my waist
The Gucci the belt
Feet comme de garçon
Make sure that I hit em
With this green beam
Buss em up slowly
Full of green lean
Have you ever heard
7.62 scream
Hopping out my coupe
This bitch got 2 screens
I got exotic blunts
And I put
Promethazine up in my cups
And when we celebrate
Pull out like 50 g's
Act like I'm stuck
Think it's a game
Boy if you disrespect me
I'll leave you slump
He out his body steady wilding
All in public like waddup
And now these new days
Ain't no games
Ain't shit fugazzy
We untamed
My niggas bang
Bitch you ain't crazy
On I-10
On the interstate
In that Mercedes
Get boxed in and bussed up
Nigga leave him on the pavement
It's gotta shit
It's gangsta
That's just how God made me
Cuz throwing back
He can't stop
Them perkys got him wavy
I been on my grind
And stacking up
And that's just lately
But I been out my mind
Been with the shits
Since like a baby
Make sure that I hit em
With this green beam
Buss em up slowly
Full of green lean
Have you ever heard
7.62 scream
Hopping out my coupe
This bitch got 2 screens
I got exotic blunts
And I put
Promethazine up in my cups
And when we celebrate
Pull out like 50 g's
Act like I'm stuck
Think it's a game
Boy if you disrespect me
I'll leave you slump
He out his body steady wilding
All in public like waddup
Cause when we step out
It's official
Savages where I grew up
Dirty work em'
With the pistol
Stood on all 10
By myself since I was little
Hustle for my own bag
I don't get caught in the middle
Touch em with that iron
Leave his shit
Right on the curve
Pile that money up
Know I'm the sickest
I ain't worried
Touch down for like 50
Then go hop back on the bird
Bitch I'ma do my shit
So what you do
Ain't my concern
I still earn a lot of dollars
Every day now
Ain't to be fucked with
Nigga go to a play ground
I hit em up
Ain't tryna miss
With any K rounds
Send the blitz
Fall in his shit
Make sure he stay down
Look...
I remember when I ain't have shit
Now shit is federal
Looking at my calendar
A quarter million schedule
Don't fuck with my niggas
They crazy
Born from a mental home
All I think he know
How to do
Is creep and get em gone
Making all this gwap
By myself
So nigga leave me lone
And I'll slang that bitch
By myself
I ain't no chicken bone
Switching up ain't good for my health
What type of shit You on
On my waist
The Gucci the belt
Feet comme de garçon
Make sure that I hit em
With this green beam
Buss em up slowly
Full of green lean
Have you ever heard
7.62 scream
Hopping out my coupe
This bitch got 2 screens
I got exotic blunts
And I put
Promethazine up in my cups
And when we celebrate
Pull out like 50 g's
Act like I'm stuck
Think it's a game
Boy if you disrespect me
I'll leave you slump
He out his body steady wilding
All in public like waddup
And now these new days
Ain't no games
Ain't shit fugazzy
We untamed
My niggas bang
Bitch you ain't crazy
On I-10
On the interstate
In that Mercedes
Get boxed in and bussed up
Nigga leave him on the pavement
It's gotta shit
It's gangsta
That's just how God made me
Cuz throwing back
He can't stop
Them perkys got him wavy
I been on my grind
And stacking up
And that's just lately
But I been out my mind
Been with the shits
Since like a baby
Make sure that I hit em
With this green beam
Buss em up slowly
Full of green lean
Have you ever heard
7.62 scream
Hopping out my coupe
This bitch got 2 screens
I got exotic blunts
And I put
Promethazine up in my cups
And when we celebrate
Pull out like 50 g's
Act like I'm stuck
Think it's a game
Boy if you disrespect me
I'll leave you slump
He out his body steady wilding
All in public like waddup
