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$NOT – BERETTA

Singers: $NOT
Albums: $NOT – - Tragedy +
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Lyrics $NOT – BERETTA

Text:

$NOT:
Gang, gang
Yuh, ayy

I need it now (Yuh), if I ain’t have it, I’ma get it (Ayy)

Bitch, I’m the best, ain’t no one could have said it (Uh-huh), better
Posted with a scope and a long-range Beretta (Pssh)
J’s on my feet, I’m lookin’ for a freak bitch (Yuh)
Doc’s on my feet, I’m lookin’ for a white bitch (What’s up?)
Shh, nigga, I can see you barkin’ at the cops
Walkin’ out your crib, last thing you see a spark (Ah)
God damn, who is that man? (Who?)
Walkin’ out the bank with some bags in his hands (Ayy)
Fuckin’ up the the ham, love my niggas, Sam-I-Am (Bitch)
Shimmy, shimmy, shimmy, bitch, do the money dance (Haha)
Actin’ like the shit, bitch, you on-demand (Yuh)
Suckin’ on my dick ’cause I know you on command (Ayy)
That is your man but you know I’m the prince (Yuh)
Marching in the valley, pouring Henny on my Timbs (Ayy)
Countin’ all this guap, bitch, I’m boutta lose a limb

Wifisfuneral:
Shoutout my nigga $NOT, but what I say though? (Hey)
Posted in the valley pourin’ ounces in the Faygo, okay though
He want it, that connect, I pull the plug, I gave him Karo
Lil’ shawty she percolating, geekin’ off a ‘erky
Step up in this bitch, my outfit would just cost a Birkin
How we at the finish line, but you claim you in first place?
His main bitch on my line and she gon’ bust it on a church day
I be pullin’ strings all on a ho, this ain’t no Coldplay
And I’m runnin’ plays up on a bitch like it’s a cold day
Peyton Manning wrist with a brick, I got a four thing

A no thing, for sure thing, you know me
Big gas that’s all up in my wood, I ain’t talking no propane
She roller coaster all up on this dick just like it’s Six Flags
I was swervin’ in a G-Wagon but y’all in big Jag’s
That’s big facts, now get back
I just sent my deadman, now he go out like a hitman (Go out like a hitman)

$NOT:
I need it now (Yuh), if I ain’t have it, I’ma get it (Ayy)
Bitch, I’m the best, ain’t no one could have said it (Uh-huh), better
Posted with a scope and a long-range Beretta (Pssh)
J’s on my feet, I’m lookin’ for a freak bitch (Yuh)
Doc’s on my feet, I’m lookin’ for a white bitch (What’s up?)
Shh, nigga, I can see you barkin’ at the cops
Walkin’ out your crib, last thing you see a spark (Ah)
God damn, who is that man? (Who?)
Walkin’ out the bank with some bags in his hands (Ayy)
Fuckin’ up the the ham, love my niggas, Sam-I-Am (Bitch)
Shimmy, shimmy, shimmy, bitch, do the money dance (Haha)
Actin’ like the shit, bitch, you on-demand (Yuh)
Suckin’ on my dick ’cause I know you on command (Ayy)
That is your man but you know I’m the prince (Yuh)
Marching in the valley, pouring Henny on my Timbs (Ayy)
Countin’ all this guap, bitch, I’m boutta lose a limb

Album

$NOT – - Tragedy +