Beck & Joe

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy (Nah)
Ayy, ayy, ayy (Nah)
Uh, uh

[Chorus]
Ah, ah, ah, I’m the plug, give you want you want
Catch a slug, take a nigga soul
We don’t get along, guess I gotta moe
On the run, Jay Z on his snow
Why you got a gun? You ain’t finna blow
Lots of cables and drums, start to trap slow
Ever since I got big I had to put on shows
And if you was on Smackdown, then you should know
Jewelry frozen like Elsa and now I got snow
I'ma kill for your love, baby we Beck and Joe, ayy
My outfit be crackin’ like cocaine
Catch an opp every season like Old Bay
Catch your grandmother, while she crochet
I’m the one for your soul and you know babe

[Verse 1]
Thirty-four for the one I should kill
I’m always on the move but I hold the steel
Remember they tried to bid me for the drill
Say we shootin’ day and night like DayQuil
I get money off acid, you can call me Bill
TMZ come for sale like a wheel
Slide with the .5 this is not a drill
I’m with lil' Kenny, he gon' get the kill
Get the [?] I’m catching the back end
Micro Draco in my coat, bitch I’m packin’
I’d rather be caught by a fed then be lackin’
I was in like Toni, nigga ain’t no Braxton
I got shawtys, NFL the way I'm flaggin’
[?] birds, ain’t no Twitter I’m trappin’
Rich swerve, I got [?] with packs in
Bitch I know how to swipe when I'm in Neiman, I love fashion
Got a drake in the case, brand new AK
Step around my way, you know that I keep my .9
Bitch it don’t ever leave my side
Chop with a scope, oh my, my
I’m bringing loads, and peace to the sky

[Chorus]
Ah, ah, ah, I’m the plug, give you want you want
Catch a slug, take a nigga soul
We don’t get along, guess I gotta moe
On the run, Jay Z on his snow
Why you got a gun? You ain’t finna blow
Lots of cables and drums, start to trap slow
Ever since I got big I had to put on shows
And if you was on Smackdown, then you should know
Jewelry frozen like Elsa and now I got snow
I'ma kill for your love, baby we Beck and Joe, ayy
My outfit be crackin’ like cocaine
Catch an opp every season like Old Bay
Catch your grandmother, while she crochet
I’m the one for your soul and you know babe

[Verse 2]
A hundred of fame,you ain't gang you can’t hang
Knock on his jet now he look like Lil Wayne
Bitch I’m popping for smoke say [?]
Fell in love with the pack and I married the Jane
All off my shooters got aim, I got Cartier shades like I walk with a cane
All of yo’ shooters [?]
This shit can get messy like soccer in Spain
The .3 get to busting like Dane
Catch a body a [?]
Get the P, scrub, gloves, can’t leave a trace
I got to clean up the stains
She a incredible student was giving incredible brain
Seen a junkie dabbin' a needle in his vain
Got a mask on got me feeling like I’m Vain
Got new edition, can you stand the rain?