The New Beecher

[Intro]
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
(Gino, what's in your cup?)
(Who the hell is Carlo?)

[Verse 1: Don Perrion]
Ain't no playin' 'round with P, bitch, I'm the catch
Leave that boy alone, he ain't even seen twenty yet
Niggas hittin' the road, comin' back with shit but lint
Don't up no heat on me, you gettin' killed, boy, I'm legit

[Verse 2: LSP Kari]
Come try to slide, I promise you won't make it out
Bet we stop the car and I'll bet my whole bank account
Sold bro the work, he bought a gun and took the dangerous route
I can sell less and we'll still have the same amount

[Verse 3: YSR Dee Rich]
So many drums in this whip, I brung a marching band
Heard the opps parked at the G, we finna box 'em in
Shootin' K's out the whip, shells droppin' in
Oh, he ridin' 'round with his mans? We gon' drop his friend

[Verse 4: Don Perrion]
I done put enough music out, ain't gotta drop again
I was up in school sellin' shit to hoes in the band
K wrapped in a white sheet, but we ain't the Klan
Nigga, I was really tryna kill when they said Gabe was dead

[Verse 5: LSP Kari]
It's somethin' on my gun I won't do to my mans
Had to plan the rapper out, but he got popped up in the plan
On the beach out in Miami drawin' B's in the sand
Bro was Blood on the block and still bleedin' in that can

[Verse 6: YSR Dee Rich]
I done walked to Walmart and made three bands
This clerk friendly, I done made this bitch my lil' friend
Happy as hell, I got an in-store and a ten
You drove seven hours away and you made a band?

[Verse 7: Don Perrion]
Ridin' 'round tryna stretch somethin' like a rubber band
Yeah, this bitch feel like a toy, but it's an FN
It don't really make a lot of noise, but it rip through skin
Nigga, R.I.P. Tall, he made racks on that dead end

[Verse 8: LSP Kari]
I know niggas gettin' praised that took the stand
I don't say "green" when it's around, I say, "Book 'em in"
Pour two types of lean in one pop, watch me blend it in
Brodie punched a switch on a thousand-dollar VPN

[Verse 9: YSR Dee Rich]
Oh, you tryna be down? We finna beat him in
It's a lick on the floor, we finna eat again
Pull my mask down on a hit, bitch, it's me again
Mad I done drunk a whole eight, I gotta pee again