Beyond Death Lyrics

Bro trying to fuck with snow now I'm prejudiced

Two hands, five on it, the necklace

Big bodies, 04' to 16

Real niggas all ride the big screens

Oh I'm hating on all these wilding celebrities

Niggas buggin' like they don't know what heaven is

Bitch niggas all ride, but never lead

All this fronting shit this nigga oh he over

I do not know you

Niggas dissin', they think I'ma show you

What niggas might go through

Four, five, six, man, I might as well roll you

These bullets might fly through

I'ma get your mans oh they goin' right by you

Man I'm not tied to

Not reppin' flags, neither crippin' or pyru

Get the bag, then I'm dippin' on guys too

Leave the bad bitches, please don't cry

Leave his mans sayin', please don't die

Man fuck the sauce, I'm like seasoned fries

You like real bums who just fake bleed

Your music bunk, it's like fake weed

Oh, you're baggin' pennies on your JC

On your JC, wait

He don't want it, now she want it

I'll do it to you check them green hundreds

Don't step behind me, I'll ski on it

I'm Larry Jordan, two threes on it

Fuck them Nike tags, I will bleed on it

Bro a real shooter, two greens on him

I will fuck your bitch if she fiend on it

Feel like Michael Jackson, Billie Jean on it

And she singin' on some Alicia shit

No, I got the keys, no Alicia, bitch

I'm on top, nigga, like a bleacher, bitch

He said 500 for a feature rich? Wait

Know, I'm mad far, but you taxin' niggas for a bad car

And you actin' like you got mad bars

And you hangin' out where them rats are

Make you get your pride like the ladies do

My bitch bad like the latest coupe

I said, got his ass, I'ma fade his dude

I'm a real hustler, I don't pay to shoot, you say

I'ma pay this dude

Man, fuck these niggas and the lady too

She a slim thick, the bitch shady too

And I made this shit, I'ma pay my dues

Man get outta here with that ratchet shit

I'ma fuck your bitch when I'm back, she thick

And she wanna pic, but that's wack as shit

Shorty put my name on a plaque and shit

When I'm done, the bitch go to suckin' dick

And I wanna switch to another chick

Say you runnin' round with a hundred clips

And I'm runnin' round with a hundred bitches I say

I do not know you

Niggas dissin' niggas, I'ma show you

Hunnid' bitches I say fuck the bitch

like a hunnid bitches I'ma

4-5-6, man, I might as well roll you

And I rap bars and this

I might crack yalls I might

I might clap ___ I

She do mad bars

Wait

She do mad bars

On my Lukey shit rap mad bars

She wanna run from me like she a track star

I told the, bitch I got a bad heart

Hitting me up outta gas like a bad car

I'm steppin' mad, man I feel like I'm tweakin

Clippin' bad bitches, not on the weekend

You got lost, nigga now you not breathin

I got, don't leave me, I'm back, nigga, wait

You runnin' them caps, nigga like

Like runnin' in slacks, nigga

I'm back, nigga, I'll run around and clap niggas

I'll dunk around the Shaq niggas

These wack niggas, they duckin' Afflack, niggas

She runnin' them laps, nigga, these bad bitches

Bad, bad, bad bitches, they fuckin' real rap, niggas like

Bro tryna fuck with snow, now I'm prejudiced

Two hands, five on it the necklace

Big bodies, 04' to 16

Real niggas all ride the big screens

Oh, I'm hatin' on all these wilding celebrities

Niggas buggin' like they don't know what heaven is

Bitch niggas all ride, but never leads

All this fronting shit this nigga oh he overseas

All this fronting shit this nigga on he overseas

Ten niggas, they all fall and never leave

And who are you? These fan niggas, been over these

Fifty fake friends, they all hoes, they never seed

I was tryna fuck the bitch, but she would never leave

Five bitches in one week, I'm on the killing spree

Niggas talk shit, tell me pull up and then they 20 deep

I was just tryna show out like the 70s

I might clap y'all, I might

I might rap bars I might

I might Shaq y'alls, I might

I might

I might