16 Bars, Pt. 2 Lyrics

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Aye I see you getting jiggy, Najah

Hey

Yeah yeah yeah yuh

Mr. Beretta, he back and he tearing up

The underground cause they say they can't hear enough

I'm steady working, you know that I'm tired

But I keep my balance, you know that I'm steering up

I do not play

No this isn't a game

Yeah I keep me a shooter like it's GTA

You hittas oppin' , call you DNA

Yeah they call me Beretta, I'm never afraid

Like Mr. Beretta keep seven berettas

I'm playing, But I advise you keep your distance

Mess with my fam and I'll mess with your girl

Now she all on my body you know that I'm pimping

You different

You know that my music be hitting

They blast through your speakers, the whole world will listen

The "N" on my neck, yeah you know that it glisten

Like my future's bright and it is very vivid

You know I'm gifted

I'm tryna get to the bags and the jags

All the lanes I'mma switch in

Know that I'm ballin'

Don't call me Durant how my money so tall and I always be swishin'

Like your money's short

It's only inches

Away from the pain that you feel when you missing

The money, the power, the fame, and respect that you get when people start to see your position

I'm only 16, so they don't I'm valid enough to be on the charts but they chattin'

When this comes out I will be 18 all my dreams coming true

I'mma make the shit happen

You talking tough like you want static

You out of luck, I'll let you have it

All of this anger that I'm holding in, yeah you're gonna get hurt and I hope you could manage

Mr. Beretta, he back and he tearing up

The underground cause they say they can't hear enough

I'm steady working, you know that I'm tired

But I keep my balance, you know that I'm steering up

I do not play

No this isn't a game

Yeah I keep me a shooter like it's GTA

You hittas oppin' , call you DNA

Yeah they call me Beretta, I'm never afraid

Seven-O Beretta, yeah you know I'm getting cash

Why they always hating

Yeah I'm skirting in a jag

MCM, Nike Elite for the bag

Why they on my

Yeah yeah I'm popping tags

Ouu

He reversed it

Killing these hittas they in hearses

Shawty she bugging me for purses

Yeah

My hittas they be lurking

PTG coming for the murder

All on my body I'mma hurt her

Yeah they be talking I'mma hurt 'em (Blatt)

They be talking hot, I murk them (What else?)

Yeah you know that we be swerving (What else?)

Yeah you know that I be leaning (Skuh!)

Rocking red like I'm bleeding (Blatt, blatt)

Rocking red cause I'm the illest (Yeah)

Yeah they know that I'm the sickest

All my diamonds they gon' glisten (Ice!)

PTG yeah we be pimping (PTG!)

Baguetties on my neck, are you ready?(Baguettes)

Pull up on her steady

Now she deady (Ouu)

Yeah

No you can't hit me

No you can't touch me

Mr. Beretta you know I'm steady getting hunnids like (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Oh shit

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Beat dropped

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The beat popped

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Seven-O Beretta