Lyrics Beezy Style - Zaybeezy , Jourdan Brothern

Her parents hate me
Ima still ask "Can I fuck on your daughter?"
This bitch been callin me daddy man
I guess I'm this lil bitch father
How you a faller? You swear you a baller
I think I should call her I think I should stalk her
You look at yo bands them shits gettin smaller
You look at my bands them shits gettin taller
And I say, uh can I get drip back bitch?
If we jumping, man you better get yo lick back bitch
Choppa make a sound effect like dat bitch click clack bitch
Bet not be alive tomorrow we gone come back bitch, yeah
Took a perc now I'm feelin dizzy
Shootin cities wit my fuckin twizzy
Jump dat bitch nigga wit a blicky
He a whole baby yeah he suckin titties
Fucked a bad bitch her name was nicki
Fuck a bad bitch I give her hickies
Got a bad bitch I do the griddy
All you fuck niggas actin greedy, yeah
Hop in a Tonka they know its a big body
All these fuck niggas know I'm rich, Roddy
Fuck that bitch man, I never say sorry
Jus won the lotty, I cop me a big 'Rarri, yea

Told her it's big beez season
Got the sauce, flavors, all the season
Ice on my neck so cold
Ice on my neck so cold it might change the seasons
Neck so froze, I can't ever change the pieces
With my right hand man, we chop it up just like we migi
She can't call me lame cause my name Prince Beezy
I might hit it, but I ain't Chris Breezy
She follow my orders, she treat me like a deity
All she care All she care about is tryna please me
She my scapegoat, she take my pain away
Balling so hard but the name it still can't fade away
Ay ay, ay ay, they know it's Zay and J
Ay ay, we stay in the cut just like a razor blade
Do whatever it takes before I go out sad
They play dirty and on my name they throwing trash
But y'all don't know Zay, don't know my pain, don't know my past
Stay broke if you want, you'll never know this bag