Beech Daly

Peezy Beech Daly Lyrics

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Count 300 on the gram bitches in my DM
Got so many cars think I work at GM
Bitch you know I’m getting money from AM to PM
Deaf Bitch Told a blind bitch you gotta see him
If a nigga hating on me I prolly hit his BM
“BITCH” I’m forever up I ain’t gotta reup
I’m married to the game I made her sign a prenup
We already gone ain’t no need tryna keep up
*PPSHHH* Now that’s real shit got some real niggas riding with me got a real bitch
Thousand blues on me looking like I hit a pill lick
It’s blood on that money you know I fuck with real crips
I ain’t cool with some niggas like I once was
I ain’t fucking with them bitches like I once was
Niggas take 1 of ours then we want blood
Double clip taped to the AR nigga duck run
I’m richer than a bitch NAH I ain’t faking
Ice on in the trenches they ain’t take it
He done found out I ran up a M he can’t take it
Man I had plans to take my nigga with me but he ain’t make it
Double C’s on my bitch bag with the H bracelet
And she went and got snatched she need a waist trainer
Bitch I ain’t finna play games go get a PlayStation
They nigga really ain’t on shit they just play crazy
Did so many fucking turn arounds they need to free 80
You signed a $360 record deal I made $380
That’s 380 racks you better keep saving
Grinding like I’m on a skateboard I’m tryna eat baby
Doggy on his way with clean drank he on beech Daly
Bitch I’m all gas and no brakes and I’m speed racing
White diamonds of the black tee how could I be racist
My attorney could have been a boxer how he beat cases
Imma keep getting this shit long as they keep making it
Imma keep buying new whips long as they keep making em
Imma keep hitting yo bitch she go keep tasting
Everybody get the chance to ball nigga be patient
You ever seen me and Lou then you seen a M
My Bitch mama asked her daughter what you see in him
She say I see a real nigga I know he a trick
But I go on 3 trips a month and I don’t pay for shit
And we VIP at everything we don’t wait for shit
If you don’t take care of your family you can’t be rich
I know all the tricks to the trade I can’t be tricked
Only real nigga round me and fake don’t mix
Love to see you doing good me and hate don’t mix
Put that lil shit back in your pocket for we take your shit
Bet not ever catch you outta pocket I’ll take yo bitch
And take her round some shit she ain’t never seen
Them niggas try to take my style they could never be
I’m Louie V down to the socks my fit 11 G’s
I can show you how to make a M I got the recipe
You gotta have at least a quarter mil to stand next to me!