A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Beasty lyrics

[Verse 1]
All that we know is the logos and HB
The Glock got no safety, don’t face me, I do it
Please do not push me, you think that I’m p**y?
I got too much to lose, n***a don’t make me lose it
I can’t be trusting no b**h, is you stupid?
I came with a shooter, he came with a Ruger
I just seen one of my bros on the news
I can’t call him no more, he respect why I do it
I’m in the big body Benz with my friends
And it look like we just hit a lick off the j**eler
Look like a dope boy, I hop out a Rolls
They taking my flows like I said they can use it
Dirty Diana, I’m pushing a Phantom
I know that they wanna see me in a Buick
Me and my brethren is twenty-one deep, you see gang in the shows like they don’t know my music
f** all them b**hes that sh**ted on me when I didn’t have money
You b**hes so stupid
I’m from the trenches where n***as get hit for nothing
You better get on your bully
n***as be acting so tough
You can front if you want
Got some sh** that could knock down a bully
n***as be talking the police
You don’t even know me
You only here listening to music
[Chorus]
Talking to the feds is a no-no
I can get bread with my eyes closed
Insecure, so she got lipo
VVSs on me, that’s a light show
Hizzy get litty like a light show
n***a I’m litty like a light show
If it’s ’bout money, I’ma go-go
But the-, yo, she a ho-ho
[Verse 2]
Too addicted, hard to stop it
Fell in love with Saint Laurent sh**
Louis luggage this is marvelous
Flyest n***a’s out the Bronx yeah
And we come straight from Highbridge
I sleep good, don’t wanna die yet
Don’t caught up in my projects
I don’t need no yes men ’round me
Talking about lets get fleet-fleet
Come around tryna get tree-tree
Popping on pills with the bean-bean
Rolling through the hills off the lean-lean
Don’t hate me, just love me
Melody n***a she need me
Don’t need kisses through the TV
Look at me now I’m beasty
I’m beasty, I’m beasty, too OD, I’m beasty
n***a I cut her off easy
Word to my mother, I’m beasty, I’m beasty
Saint Laurent sweater cost three Gs
f**ing on the bro, just to meet me
Okay you would eat her like E-E
[Chorus]
Talking to the feds is a no-no
I can get bread with my eyes closed
Insecure, so she got lipo
VVSs on me, that’s a light show
Hizzy get litty like a light show
n***a I’m litty like a light show
If it’s ’bout money, I’ma go-go
But the-, yo, she a hoe-hoe

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