GSM (BEAM Remix) - BEAM

I just fixed up the flow like a Roto Rooter Hold the mic in my hand like I hold the Ruger Got a clip in my lip and I hope it shoot ya Plus I heard all the shit you recorded too It couldn't get in my whip if I drove an Uber Catch me stackin' these chips on my shoulders My soul got some layers off in it like ogres do I'm finna fray with my guys we a soldier unit I can't keep up with these rollercoaster movements So I roll up a flute and I blow out music Boy I got me a temper I hope I lose it Hope I move some units Old and Jewish money I been goin thru it Cope by doin funny shit Might lose a lung cause I been doin drugs with it Doin' stuff like I don't know what judgement is We shootings guns like all my dudes Republican Had to come back To attack Any rap That you spat Put it back In ya bag We ain't bumpin' that trash Take a bump in the back Now I'm up man I'm yacked Take another of that Now we runnin' it back I do drugs when I rap I put drugs in my wraps If I fronted you that Better me run me it back When I catch my advance You can catch me in France Eatin' steak off a bitch Who put fake in her tits Y'all be fakin' this shit I be makin' this shit So just bathe in this piss That I shake from my dick Thriller on me always I got 8 fuckin' zips Choppa be a zombie feedin' brains to my clip Bitch uh I'm lil Tavis But for now you can call me the greatest Started out the creek now we feel like we made it I don't check the tag what's the fee I'm a pay it Summer finally endin' I can finally stop bingin' All these drugs I'm inhalin' got me gassed like an engine I'm 19 Don't know where I'm goin' I'm fighting These demons that's floating inside me I'm keeping them hold in I feel like explodin' fuck But let me get back to this blunt Back of green crack goin' straight to the lungs I get the bag cause I'm all about my funds Pop me a tab and some x for some fun I hit the back call it sex with a bum Now who got the match gang set where you from Gang to the set to the match I left with the cash for the pack Came back with the pack and the cash in my hand still Tryna tax me that's a bad deal My nigga I act like an anvil I'm a come down on the top of your head and I'll hurt you In public I stay in my shell like a Squirtle I think about death and I yell, Moaning Myrtle One thing about me I'm a terrible person I hate my friends but I can't be a serpent The weed smell encompass my hair like a turban I be's in the cut like I'm training a surgeon I commit felonies I don't get caught though Whole car ride I be smellin' like pot smoke My daddy know my grandma knew my girl know my mom know Stay away from twelve like them niggas got mono Pray for Steve Pool I'm a real west coast guy Tried to battle rap with a cat he was tongue tied I'm the type to piss in the pupil of a punched eye Wrapped around the wrist is some bracelets and a sundial Got some buff niggas, that mean suns out guns out I should make you take notes and give my ass a rundown Break the levee by your house and kill you wit a flood drown Gang Set Match I'm a lateral the blunt now Catch that beat like I'm Kenyon Drake I make you touchdown at them Heaven gates I'm the 253 version Kevin Gates If you let it spray you better aim at my face Let me give you niggas these bars like Sensei Shorty rubbin' all on my arm like Bengay I don't hit the mall unless I'm spending at least 10k Runnin' up a check 'bout to change my name to 10 Chainz Smokin Russian Creams down till we got Wood chips And my whole family down, Lakewood Crips Guess it's in my clood you get stomped like a little bitch Match on the blunt then it better be real piff Waiting for this shit since I heard UNWAMF Just a ugly little nigga wit a mic in his hand Fucked the game up when you first dropped TRAP man Who That Boy Is? whole school screamin' that So S on my chest like a muhfuckin' beast Gang Set Match, who the fuck got weed Ballin so hard coulda played for the Seas but they found PCP in my muhfuckin pee Can't pass a physical Beat a nigga miserable I been breaking laws don't know the word permissible Can't go to Canada I'm bout to get a felony Cause I popped bars and my whole car fell on me Open up the door had the whole 12 smellin' weed