beachside

Fuck, fuck, fuck

Ayy, watch out (We found him)

Ayy, watch out

Ayy, watch out

Fuck, fuck, fuck

Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out

Where the fuck the lighter at?

Uh, drank got me down bad, I'm dizzy

12 hatin' 'cause that spot be busy

Told them folks if they got drugs, get near me

Drip as fuck, I hit an opp with a semi

I'm from the trench, I go Demon 'fore Bentley

Drunk the whole pint, I'ma leave this bitch empty

Come outside, I got my fire, I'm outside

**** think he throwed, he tryna open his eye

I don't be lagged out, I got two different fires

Spin this bitch out, I can get some new tires

'Fit blacked out like I sat in some fire

Make the bitch stand down, she talkin' 'bout, "Why?"

Come 'round the gang, wanna act like a guy

Take her on a heist, I'm finna see if she some pie

My blick gon' slam, this a victory fire

Your blick gon' jam, better not bring it to the fight

**** don't understand, I'm a thief in the night

My drip expand and so did the price

Two different strands in my paper, they fightin'

I don't ever say shit, but these **** bite

Your drip lookin' spacious, you think you could fly

The plug, he think he Jamaican, he white

I got my Draco, I know this bitch gon' swang somethin'

Hit for a blick, I gotta write my name on it

Gen6 Glock, I know gang gon' want it

****, you ain't an opp, you just hang with the opponents

Make regular drip look like somethin', they gon' want it

Talkin' 'bout we opps, you not even on that

**** be hatin', but that's light, I'm on that

.223 in an ARP, mini-store lit, I got sticks in the V

Don't be capped out, you got drip 'cause of me

All these designer brands, I thought they was cheap

Designer brands, I thought they was cheap

Roll up some Zott', I lock in on beats

You is a bot, every day, you repeat

You ain't on shit, can't relate to the street

Sittin' on your 'za, you had that weed for some weeks

Give me two guns and you can get a feat'

**** better stand down, that boy better retreat

Capped out, talkin' 'bout she listen to R&B

Popped out, I leave my tire in the street

Opped out, you gettin' robbed for your weed

Shit comin', I'm havin' money disease

Big stomach, that's from drinkin' that lean

'Fit bummy, but I ain't trippin', I eat

You gotta have blick, **** hatin' in the bleachers

Up with a Gen, jumpin' out my hand

Puttin' on these brands, I'm makin' 'em trend

I just be trollin', I promise I'm playin'

12, if you listenin', this is not the man

Trench boy like I got it out the sand

Real trench shit, ****, fuck you sayin'?

Sell some weed before I put it in the pan

Know you fucked up when you put it in my hand

Know this shit yup when I break down the strand

I got some V-Bucks, I can go buy some skins

Know she gon' fuck if she drivin' a Benz

I don't trust shit, you see my fire through my pants

Fuck, fuck, fuck

Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out

Ayy, what the fuck? Fuck

Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out