Beam (Original)

[Intro]
(24 is the GOAT)
(Kyle Richh, I really love you)

[Chorus: Kyle Richh]
Fuck that, that nigga gone
Dummy got clapped for the shit he was on
If you see me, you better perform
Bullets gon' shake him, flippin' his arms
Lil' thotty, she tryna get sexual
She be fiendin' the pop it and lock it
Everything dead, I ain't givin' no options
Tell bro, "Don't stop, keep flockin'"

[Verse 1: Kyle Richh]
I'm a shouter and shot with a dime
Throw ten, I'ma dump that knocker
Everything dead, send shots like the doctor
Gumbo shit, kick it like soccer
Dump out the V, straight flock 'em, flock 'em
Better run if you run into me
Bitch, I'm on court, I'm on D like Siakam, likе
I-I'm really KR Da G (Glah, glah, glah)
Genuine spottеd me drinked and drinked it
Lil' bro tryna run and I'm sheddin' out three (Sheddin' out what?)
Times two, I'm sendin' out six (Sendin' out six)
I cannot dance with the knock on my hip (Knock on my what?)
Niggas want tell me to chill, but I'm in the field, for real
Like these niggas know what I do
Draco, throw nine back at you
Dump out the V, see that opp and then deuce
Like

[Chorus: Kyle Richh]
Fuck that, that nigga gone
Dummy got clapped for the shit he was on
If you see me, you better perform
Bullets gon' shake him, flippin' his arms
Lil' thotty, she tryna get sexual
She be fiendin' the pop it and lock it
Everything dead, I ain't givin' no options
Tell bro, "Don't stop, keep flockin'"

[Verse 2: Mike Myerzz]
I don't know what to tell you niggas when I come
Sound like Durk when it start to hum
This is Mike Myerzz, so you better run
No Nick but this cannon comin' with a drum, hol' on
And we spinnin'
Spin again
We odn't stop 'til we give us a win
Watch him dance like the party began
Like the two bullets itchin' his skin
Everybody a tough guy, 'til lil' tough guy get his little ass bitch (Baow)
You was a supposed lil' good guy turned to a tuggy
Turn your body get a stitch (Grr)
Had your bitch doin' mad tricks
It's the LV with the Rick
Too much ice, gotta use Vick
I'm the one, you lil' ass pick
Make it twerk, baby, throw it back
I'ma need that brown without the crack
I don't need a flag to attack
I go hunt a nigga 'cause I'm ****

[Chorus: Kyle Richh]
Fuck that, that nigga gone
Dummy got clapped for the shit he was on
If you see me, you better perform
Bullets gon' shake him, flippin' his arms
Lil' thotty, she tryna get sexual
She be fiendin' the pop it and lock it
Everything dead, I ain't givin' no options
Tell bro, "Don't stop, keep flockin'"

[Outro: Kyle Richh]
Glah, tell bro, ''Don't stop, keep flockin'''
Like what? Like what?
Don't flock
Glah
KR
McLovin
Glah, glah, glah