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Beam Video (MV)




Performed By: Kyle Richh
Language: English
Written by: HENRY FASHEUN




Kyle Richh - Beam Lyrics




Glah, glah (24 is the GOAT)
Glah, glah, boom like what? Like what?
Bitch, like glah, glah, glah, glah
Like what? Like what? Bitch, glah, glah, glah
Like what? Like what?
Keep clickin' like, like what?
Glah, glah, glah like

F*ck that, that nigga gone
Dummy got clapped for the shit he was on
If you see me, you better perform
Bullets gon' shake him, flippin' his arms
Lil' thotty, she tryna get sexual
She be fendin' the pop it and lock it
Everything dead, I ain't givin' no options
Tell bro, "Don't stop, keep flockin'"

I'm a shouter and shot with a dime
Throw ten, I'ma dump that knocker
Everything dead, send shots like the doctor
Gumbo shit, kick it like soccer
Dump out the V, straight flock 'em
Flock 'em better run if you run into me
Bitch, I'm on court, I'm on D like Siakam
Like iI'm really KR Da G (Glah, glah, glah)
Genuine spotted me drinked and drinked it
Lil' bro tryna run and
I'm sheddin' out three
(Sheddin' out what?)
Times two, I'm sendin' out six
(Sendin' out six)
I cannot dance with the knock on my hip
(Knock on my what?)
Niggas want tell me to chill
But I'm in the field, for real
Like these niggas know what I do
Draco, throw nine back at you
Dump out the V, see that opp and then deuce
Like

F*ck that, that nigga gone
Dummy got clapped for the shit he was on
If you see me, you better perform
Bullets gon' shake em', flippin' his lungs
Lil' thotty, she tryna get sexual
She be feenin' the pop it and lock it
Everything dead, I ain't givin' no options
Tell bro, "Don't stop, keep flockin'"

Told bro, don't stop, keep what?
(Like what?)
Don't go run, got the beam on his gut, wait
(Glah, glah, glah)
Everything dead when I rip through that gun
And I said that enough is enough
(Glah, glah, glah)
Like she a thot, tryna get treeshy
She geekin', tryna get neaky (Like what?)
Glah, 'migos shit, drink it like Sprite
What? Run down don't settle for bike
Like what? Target insight, I I got a gun
Why the f*ck would I fight?
A-and Carter be strapped like a dyke
G-gun jammed up, he get beat with the pipe
(Glah, glah, glah)
How the f*ck is you dissin' the gang?
Dotty got smoked, he got sent to the light
Ge-Get back for your dead, you a shame
Like walk with the beam on his mans, what?

F*ck that, that nigga gone
Dummy got clapped for the shit he was on
(Like what? Like what?)
If you see me, you better perform (Glah)
Bullets gon' shake him
He flippin' his arms (Glah, glah, glah)
Lil' thotty, she tryna get sexual
She be feindin' the pop it and lock it
(Pop it and lock it)
Everything dead, I ain't givin' no options
Tell bro, "Don't stop, keep flockin'"
Fu-f*ck that, that nigga gone
Dummy got clapped for the shit he was on
(Like what?)
If you see me, you better perform (Glah)
Bullets gon' shake him
He flippin' his arms (Glah, glah, glah)
Lil' thotty, she tryna get sexual
She be feindin' the pop it and lock it
Everything dead, I ain't givin' no options
Tell bro, "Don't stop, keep flockin'"

Glah
Tell bro, "Don't stop, keep flockin'"
Like what? Like what? Glah, KR, glah
Glah, glah, glah
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Glah, glah (24 is the GOAT)
Glah, glah, boom like what? Like what?
Bitch, like glah, glah, glah, glah
Like what? Like what? Bitch, glah, glah, glah
Like what? Like what?
Keep clickin' like, like what?
Glah, glah, glah like

F*ck that, that nigga gone
Dummy got clapped for the shit he was on
If you see me, you better perform
Bullets gon' shake him, flippin' his arms
Lil' thotty, she tryna get sexual
She be fendin' the pop it and lock it
Everything dead, I ain't givin' no options
Tell bro, "Don't stop, keep flockin'"

I'm a shouter and shot with a dime
Throw ten, I'ma dump that knocker
Everything dead, send shots like the doctor
Gumbo shit, kick it like soccer
Dump out the V, straight flock 'em
Flock 'em better run if you run into me
Bitch, I'm on court, I'm on D like Siakam
Like iI'm really KR Da G (Glah, glah, glah)
Genuine spotted me drinked and drinked it
Lil' bro tryna run and
I'm sheddin' out three
(Sheddin' out what?)
Times two, I'm sendin' out six
(Sendin' out six)
I cannot dance with the knock on my hip
(Knock on my what?)
Niggas want tell me to chill
But I'm in the field, for real
Like these niggas know what I do
Draco, throw nine back at you
Dump out the V, see that opp and then deuce
Like

F*ck that, that nigga gone
Dummy got clapped for the shit he was on
If you see me, you better perform
Bullets gon' shake em', flippin' his lungs
Lil' thotty, she tryna get sexual
She be feenin' the pop it and lock it
Everything dead, I ain't givin' no options
Tell bro, "Don't stop, keep flockin'"

Told bro, don't stop, keep what?
(Like what?)
Don't go run, got the beam on his gut, wait
(Glah, glah, glah)
Everything dead when I rip through that gun
And I said that enough is enough
(Glah, glah, glah)
Like she a thot, tryna get treeshy
She geekin', tryna get neaky (Like what?)
Glah, 'migos shit, drink it like Sprite
What? Run down don't settle for bike
Like what? Target insight, I I got a gun
Why the f*ck would I fight?
A-and Carter be strapped like a dyke
G-gun jammed up, he get beat with the pipe
(Glah, glah, glah)
How the f*ck is you dissin' the gang?
Dotty got smoked, he got sent to the light
Ge-Get back for your dead, you a shame
Like walk with the beam on his mans, what?

F*ck that, that nigga gone
Dummy got clapped for the shit he was on
(Like what? Like what?)
If you see me, you better perform (Glah)
Bullets gon' shake him
He flippin' his arms (Glah, glah, glah)
Lil' thotty, she tryna get sexual
She be feindin' the pop it and lock it
(Pop it and lock it)
Everything dead, I ain't givin' no options
Tell bro, "Don't stop, keep flockin'"
Fu-f*ck that, that nigga gone
Dummy got clapped for the shit he was on
(Like what?)
If you see me, you better perform (Glah)
Bullets gon' shake him
He flippin' his arms (Glah, glah, glah)
Lil' thotty, she tryna get sexual
She be feindin' the pop it and lock it
Everything dead, I ain't givin' no options
Tell bro, "Don't stop, keep flockin'"

Glah
Tell bro, "Don't stop, keep flockin'"
Like what? Like what? Glah, KR, glah
Glah, glah, glah
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Writer: HENRY FASHEUN
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