BEBE

[Chorus]
This ain't no BeBe, boy this a beretta
If you tryna run up, then 'em hollows gon catch ya
I'm really in the streets, yeah I'm throwing my set up
One call away, yeah my niggas I sent them
This ain't no BeBe, boy this a beretta
If you tryna run up, then 'em hollows gon catch ya
I'm really in the streets, yeah I'm throwing my set up
One call away, yeah my niggas I sent them

[Verse 1: Ohtrapstar]
Audi R8, pop up by the block
Niggas sending threats, slide up on the block
Keep a red dot to his [?] 'cause my shoe's red
Green light, on the go, keep a pole
Keep extended clip, aim it to his nose
Take his bitch, she [?]
She a slutty bitch, she a slutty ho
Duck duck goose, .30 go [?]
Fiji aquafina you can't do what I can't do
Hop off the jet, I just took a flight
Crash down to L.A. , do this for the thrill
Out the PJ, smoking on [?]
I just popped a xan, [?] all night
Fucking on your ho, [?]
[?] 'cause she busy for the night

[Chorus]
This ain't no BeBe, boy this a beretta
If you tryna run up, then 'em hollows gon catch ya
I'm really in the streets, yeah I'm throwing my set up
One call away, yeah my niggas I sent them
This ain't no BeBe, boy this a beretta
If you tryna run up, then 'em hollows gon catch ya
I'm really in the streets, yeah I'm throwing my set up
One call away, yeah my niggas I sent them

[Verse 2: FreeBand Matt]
[?] on a lick, and I'm riding in a rover
Hoes wanna suck my dick and I don't even know her
I might pop a beam if I'm feeling the show yeah
I might pop a perc if that ho wanna go yeah
I'm riding with this choppa and it's fully loaded
Finna catch a homicide if that nigga totin'
If he pull up on me wrong, then that pistol blowin'
And my niggas really wit' it, you should go and check the score then
Lil' nigga pipe down
It's me and Trapstar and we really sending rounds
And you fuck niggas really acting like some clowns
Me and my lil' niggas really rep' the south
If you actin' tough, my lil' nigga let you down
We really catching bodies, don't come around my town
And the Ruger really with me, it will really let you down
And I'm ridin' in a ghost, finna hit downtown, wit' a hundred round

[Chorus]
This ain't no BeBe, boy this a beretta
If you tryna run up, then 'em hollows gon catch ya
I'm really in the streets, yeah I'm throwing my set up
One call away, yeah my niggas I sent them
This ain't no BeBe, boy this a beretta
If you tryna run up, then 'em hollows gon catch ya
I'm really in the streets, yeah I'm throwing my set up
One call away, yeah my niggas I sent them