Beechwood Blonde Lyrics

Yeah, Uh

Ford Anastasia

Anastasia I

Damn she the one

Goddam, Goddam

Yeah, fuck yo boyfriend on my mama

Yeah, that boy ride around in a honda

Yeah, I really wish his daddy woulda wore a fucking condom

Tryna be in a condo with a bad bitch sniffin' Pablo

An-An-And my new bitch bad

My bad, I didn't mean to boast

I knew it would make you mad if you seen her in my post

I ain't never gon' try to hit you up again

I'd rather stick to what I know like Windows 10

And yeah I got those windows tinted

Ridin' with a bad bitch she used to be a lesbian

Now I got her back wantin' men

And the hotel rented

I got money I'ma spend it

Im'a throw these ones up until my bank account deplenish

Ay! Damn! That bitch magic like a wand (Uh, Uh)

Now I'm back wantin' to fuck with the Beechwood Blonde like

Oh my God! (Goddam!)

Oh my God! (Goddam!)

How did I even get here? (Huh?)

You know exactly why we're here

To fuck some shit up (Goddam!)

Yeah, I'm tryna fuck sum'n

Who tryna do sum'n?

Im'a throw it up, you gon' back it up or sum'n?

With a lightsaber I'm on a skyscraper

I got DXM and M and E too

In NYC I'm on the way to the ICU

On the west end, hella lesbians

She say that she love me whatever that is

Bitch tell me again, avoidin' bein' sober like it's a sin

Ten big bottles by the boat load

Ten big bitches gettin' fucked in the asshole

Jus' got high so I can feel good while I'm bangin' that ass ho

Damn, I'm a fuckin' asshole

You need a rest, huh?

Rockin' all metal like a TEC-9

I got musk like Elon

Smokin' on green stones straight out the emerald mine

Got so much gas you can call me a fuckin' Chevron

Got the world on a USB stick

I can get you hooked on this fuckin' dick

I can you hooked, LSD trip, yeah

Bionic like a lab rat, USB dick

We be on that P shit

We be on trees, shit

Smokin' weed bitch

That's my homies not me bitch

Ay! Damn! That bitch magic like a wand (Uh, Uh)

Now I'm back wantin' to fuck with the Beechwood Blonde like

Oh my God! (Goddam!)

Oh my God! (Goddam!)

How did I even get here? (Huh?)

You know exactly why we're here

To fuck some shit up (Goddam!)

Yeah, I'm tryna fuck sum'n

Who tryna do sum'n?

Im'a throw it up, you gon' back it up or sum'n?

Beechwood, Stagecoach

Bad bitch, painted toes

I ain't tryna do nothin'

I'm just tryna have a toast

Baby doin' too much put me in a comatose

Yeah, she's a beach but I'm tryna lay up on the coast

Damn, I'm tryna get in her mouth like some pork roast

Damn, that ass fat just like some fuckin' pork roast

Damn, she a rich bitch, I don't fuck with poor hoes

And yeah I make art bitch, call me Andy Warhol

Ay! Damn! That bitch magic like a wand (Uh, Uh)

Now I'm back wantin' to fuck with the Beechwood Blonde like

Oh my God! (Goddam!)

Oh my God! (Goddam!)

How did I even get here? (Huh?)

You know exactly why we're here

To fuck some shit up (Goddam!)

Yeah, I'm tryna fuck sum'n

Who tryna do sum'n?

Im'a throw it up, you gon' back it up or sum'n?

You gon' back it up ir sum'n?

Oh my God, Oh my God!

And yeah I make art bitch, call me Andy Warhol