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sirens - beanieboyy, waloheights & gash fm lyrics

(this is a gash exclusive)
(beanie)
beanie
yeah
what
aye
got beanie gon’ f*ck up this sh*t
aye
(aye)
(aye)
(oh)

these n*ggas they claiming they with you, f*ck n*ggas switching these sides they trading (what)
aye, g19 that b*tch got a b*tton gon’ fry that boy just like some bacon (gon’ fry that boy up)
what, 2 flats go straight in that b*tch, young n*gga i’m feelin’ amazing
we got choppas them b*tches in the air, a f*ck n*gga play watch me blaze em’
got some young n*ggas crashin’ out with that stick, and watch how they chasin’ (gon’ get the boy gone)
d*mn, walo, n*gga, gotta go up gotta get me some paper (i gotta go up)

i can’t even trust these n*ggas, these n*ggas ain’t riding for they muf*ckin’ gang (can’t trust em man)
these n*ggas they only here, when you tryna’ go up tryna’ get to that name (where they at?)
these n*ggas they not even here, man these n*ggas they not f*ckin’ real (not f*ckin’ real)
sh*t start poppin’ off, start runnin’ when these boys can’t take the trill (what the f*ck)
these boys they can’t take the trill, p*ssy ahh n*gga can’t even take the chill (d*mn)
and you can’t even hang with these n*ggas they start switchin for a muf*ckin’ bill (can’t can’t)
they really just came out the gutter (what)
i stay with that big ahh glock cause we the ones shoot at so called brothers (d*mn)
walk in that b*tch like a muf*ckin’ butler
(gash by the hour b*tch)

ties just come in that b*tch, i told that boy he was in trouble (told yo’ ass)
mingo boy got a choppa, tryna’ put a f*ck n*gga under (tryna’ put a boy under)
that boy he playin’ with his money, now that boy sleep like slumber (that boy f*ckin’ dumb)
pull up with some big body sh*t, stick hangin’ out just out the tonka (the stick hangin’ out, stick hangin’ out)

d*mn, you can trust these n*ggas to leave you when sh*t get worse (d*mn)
toting big sh*t, n*gga play get put in a he*rs* (gon put that boy down)
i got a white boy throwing them bullets in the a, man my dog like kirk (my dog)
n*gga ahh play with the muf*ckin’ got d*mn gang, watch him get crushed like a perc (get his ass outta here n*gga)
just hit the party with the 30 that bit’ bout to jerk (get the b*tch on)
put the beam right straight on his ass, his ahh won’t lurk (man)
got some young n*ggas getting high in that b*tch, we gon’ smoke that boy just like some turks (gon’ smoke that boy ahh)

- beanieboyy waloheights gash fm lyrics

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