QB whats the stizzo
N**** talking greasy
When I know they soft as pillows
I didn't get the memo
Rookie in the game
But I treat them like my kiddos
She tryna wipe me down
But she gotta bring a friend tho
M.o.b. still in effect
Smoke all in my chest
If you aiming for the top
Better aim above my neck
I ain't going to no club
Unless they talking about a check
I done seen a couple of bands
N**** f*ck your little flex
Got that drip drip just like rain drops
You the type of n**** don't want no cash
You want fame huh
I was dead broke
You should be happy the way i came up
N**** don't really make it out from where I came from
So I had to go dumb
Give me the loot
I was with the troops
We was in pursuit
For them hunnids all blue
Turn that four door to a coupe
Had to get it no excuse
Made something outta nothin
N**** I'm the living proof
If them n**** say they riding
Then they riding for real
Shawty on my passenger
Yeah, she going to pop it for trill
If she start catching feelings
Ima tell her what's real
I can't even entertain you
I got a bitch for real
I can't even entertain you
I got a bitch for real
But I know that she still going to
Pop it for trill
Beezy
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QB whats the stizzo
N**** talking greasy
When I know they soft as pillows
I didn't get the memo
Rookie in the game
But I treat them like my kiddos
She tryna wipe me down
But she gotta bring a friend tho
M.o.b. still in effect
Smoke all in my chest
If you aiming for the top
Better aim above my neck
I ain't going to no club
Unless they talking about a check
I done seen a couple of bands
N**** f*ck your little flex
Got that drip drip just like rain drops
You the type of n**** don't want no cash
You want fame huh
I was dead broke
You should be happy the way i came up
N**** don't really make it out from where I came from
So I had to go dumb
Give me the loot
I was with the troops
We was in pursuit
For them hunnids all blue
Turn that four door to a coupe
Had to get it no excuse
Made something outta nothin
N**** I'm the living proof
If them n**** say they riding
Then they riding for real
Shawty on my passenger
Yeah, she going to pop it for trill
If she start catching feelings
Ima tell her what's real
I can't even entertain you
I got a bitch for real
I can't even entertain you
I got a bitch for real
But I know that she still going to
Pop it for trill
Beezy
N**** talking greasy
When I know they soft as pillows
I didn't get the memo
Rookie in the game
But I treat them like my kiddos
She tryna wipe me down
But she gotta bring a friend tho
M.o.b. still in effect
Smoke all in my chest
If you aiming for the top
Better aim above my neck
I ain't going to no club
Unless they talking about a check
I done seen a couple of bands
N**** f*ck your little flex
Got that drip drip just like rain drops
You the type of n**** don't want no cash
You want fame huh
I was dead broke
You should be happy the way i came up
N**** don't really make it out from where I came from
So I had to go dumb
Give me the loot
I was with the troops
We was in pursuit
For them hunnids all blue
Turn that four door to a coupe
Had to get it no excuse
Made something outta nothin
N**** I'm the living proof
If them n**** say they riding
Then they riding for real
Shawty on my passenger
Yeah, she going to pop it for trill
If she start catching feelings
Ima tell her what's real
I can't even entertain you
I got a bitch for real
I can't even entertain you
I got a bitch for real
But I know that she still going to
Pop it for trill
Beezy
Writer: Quincey Bobb
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