Текст песни BECKY - Byrite

Aye run me up foenem
Gang
Bah, Bah
What do you want to tell Joe Byron right now
White lil bitch tryna eat up the mans, huh, I think ima call the hoe Becky
Said I'm tryna fuck, but is you gonna let me
Said hell yea then we hopped in a tesla
I'm in a function with a whole lotta hoes
Damn, my bitch keep calling my phone
Hung that up and said hold on, Its like 3 bitches in here tryna bone
Ya bitch tryna fuck cause she heard I'm the man
She told me you broke and don't got a plan
Yea, Spread 10 racks in my hand
My bro out wit a Drac he off of that band
You pressed bout a follow I know you a fan
You got no racks I'm up off scams
Huh, Me and lil Sammy been getting shit done these niggas just sitting round playing

Yeah, eating the food it get messy
Fuckin that bitch her name Becky
Eating her butt it get healthy
Making the money I'm wealthy
Blocking that bitch her name Chelsea
Posted up take a lil selfie
I'm shooting the brains it get stealthy
I know you be cheating just tell me
Posted yo block hit a lick
I aint gonna chase over shit
Post at the B it get lit
Posted up with bitches and thots I show em' my shit show em' my fit
Pussy boy he talkin' shit I pull up with gang I throw him a kit
Chill in the whip with yo bitch she Poppin the pussy she Poppin a tit
I aint gonna chase over tits I'm Poppin the Gucci I'm Poppin my rick
Pull up I spit open mic
Fuck her I might
Fuck her tonight
She know that I'm right
Pull up high as a kite
Tell yo bitch move she don't know that i bite
Makin a band every time that i write

Yeah shawty give me Becky
Yeah shawty give me Becky
She give me neck call her Becky
She give me neck call her Becky
Shawty be on her knees you damn you would think shawty begging
Pour a four for me
Pour a four in a dream
Now it got me seeing things
I need more bitch I'm a fiend
Yeah smoking a opp pack
Rolling the opp in a loose leaf
Baby you think you a prize
But baby you cannot lose me
You can't afford to lose me
Bitch be glad I'm choosing
Diamonds on me colored stones
Yeah I call that bitch fruity pebbles
Got my foot on the petal
Pushing the petal to metal
All of my diamonds be heavy
All of your diamonds is little
Choppa goin sing like falsetto
Ima dark vamp Jared Leto
Pop wit the gun make his head go
Like where did yo head go
Pop that nigga like a kettle
Popping a bean let it settle
Yeah got me up like a missile
Yeah I'm so high you can't miss it
Grah
Grah
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Gang Gang Gang Gang
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