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

Twelve hang 'cause that spot be busy

Told the folks if they got drugs, get near me

Drip before I hit the opp with the semi'

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

Drank the whole pint, I'ma leave this bih' empty

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

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

I don't be lacked 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

Made this bitch stand down, she talm' 'bout, "Why?"

Come 'round the gang, you wanna act like a guy

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

My blick gon' slam, it's 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 strains 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 out, I know this bih' gon' swang sum'

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

Gen 6 Glock, I know gang gon' want it

**** ain't even the opp, you just hang with the opponent

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

Talkin' 'bout "We opp", you not even on that

**** be hangin' by that light, I'm on that

.223 and the ARP

Mini-store lit, I got sticks in the V

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

All these designer brand, I thought they was cheap

Designer brand, I thought they was cheap

Roll up some 'za, I like it 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 we can get a feat

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

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

Popped out, I leave my tire on 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 bummin', but I ain't trippin', I eat

Gotta have blick, **** hang in the bleachers

Up with the Gen, jumpin' out my hand

Put on these brand, I'm makin' 'em trend

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

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

Trench boy, act 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 up when I break down the strand

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

Know she gon' fuck if she drivin' the Benz

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

Fuck, fuck, fuck

Ayy, watch out

Ayy, watch out

Ayy, watch out

Fuck, fuck

Ayy, watch out

Ayy, watch out