If I had yo bitch befo
I bet that hoe be reminiscing
40 tucked
I'm fresh as f*ck
Give a damn
Bout who be dissin'
Havin' money conversations
Niggas broke
Don't wanna listen
LRB taught me to shoot
Bounce out that coupe
And get to blitzin'
Come thru blitzin'
Up out a Sprinter
Eatin up other rappers
I treat em like chicken dinner
Come to stackin' this paper
They thinkin we havin printers
Really don't even drank
Ima pour one up for my niggas
Ima pour one out for my bro
Hop out middle of traffic
Start screamin' out
Bitch let's go
I told lil shawty no cappin
No f*ckin just want the throat
And clean me up like a napkin
Right after that you can go
I just bought a
Brand new foreign
This bitch came
Without no roof
Tinted up
My Bentley coupe
Can't see me
But I see you
Lately I been out in Cali
Rockin' Bali
Smokin fruit
If we miss we spin again
F*ck around
And loop de loop
Three bitches, 1Myro, 4 blunts
Shit it's a f*ckin party
These niggas ain't smokin
On runtz
Them nigga smokin' garbage
Got fans
Got bands
Gotdamn
Bitch I done went retarted
Model bitches
I give em hell
Like mothaf*ck a Barbie
Jump inside
And push to start it
I'm ridin' round wit
This Lil Uzi like I'm
Playboi Carti
This sexy bitch
She like my music
Say it get her started
Ain't wanna have to clip
That boa but now his
Soul departed
Money talk
I'm wit it
I get it
Ok let's get to business
You can't move
Around in my city
Unless you got ya blicky
Pussy bitches
All in my mentions
This sht hea get ridiculous
On my line
Stop alllat cryin
She know I keep it pimpin
Hella cold
I whack the witness
My bitch up early in the
Mornin makin' eggs and biscuits
I said I'm gettin rich off music
They thought I was trippin
So If we beefin' bitch it's up
It's no way you can fix it
1Myro - Beach Freestyle Lyrics
1Myro - Beach Freestyle Lyrics
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If I had yo bitch befo
I bet that hoe be reminiscing
40 tucked
I'm fresh as f*ck
Give a damn
Bout who be dissin'
Havin' money conversations
Niggas broke
Don't wanna listen
LRB taught me to shoot
Bounce out that coupe
And get to blitzin'
Come thru blitzin'
Up out a Sprinter
Eatin up other rappers
I treat em like chicken dinner
Come to stackin' this paper
They thinkin we havin printers
Really don't even drank
Ima pour one up for my niggas
Ima pour one out for my bro
Hop out middle of traffic
Start screamin' out
Bitch let's go
I told lil shawty no cappin
No f*ckin just want the throat
And clean me up like a napkin
Right after that you can go
I just bought a
Brand new foreign
This bitch came
Without no roof
Tinted up
My Bentley coupe
Can't see me
But I see you
Lately I been out in Cali
Rockin' Bali
Smokin fruit
If we miss we spin again
F*ck around
And loop de loop
Three bitches, 1Myro, 4 blunts
Shit it's a f*ckin party
These niggas ain't smokin
On runtz
Them nigga smokin' garbage
Got fans
Got bands
Gotdamn
Bitch I done went retarted
Model bitches
I give em hell
Like mothaf*ck a Barbie
Jump inside
And push to start it
I'm ridin' round wit
This Lil Uzi like I'm
Playboi Carti
This sexy bitch
She like my music
Say it get her started
Ain't wanna have to clip
That boa but now his
Soul departed
Money talk
I'm wit it
I get it
Ok let's get to business
You can't move
Around in my city
Unless you got ya blicky
Pussy bitches
All in my mentions
This sht hea get ridiculous
On my line
Stop alllat cryin
She know I keep it pimpin
Hella cold
I whack the witness
My bitch up early in the
Mornin makin' eggs and biscuits
I said I'm gettin rich off music
They thought I was trippin
So If we beefin' bitch it's up
It's no way you can fix it
I bet that hoe be reminiscing
40 tucked
I'm fresh as f*ck
Give a damn
Bout who be dissin'
Havin' money conversations
Niggas broke
Don't wanna listen
LRB taught me to shoot
Bounce out that coupe
And get to blitzin'
Come thru blitzin'
Up out a Sprinter
Eatin up other rappers
I treat em like chicken dinner
Come to stackin' this paper
They thinkin we havin printers
Really don't even drank
Ima pour one up for my niggas
Ima pour one out for my bro
Hop out middle of traffic
Start screamin' out
Bitch let's go
I told lil shawty no cappin
No f*ckin just want the throat
And clean me up like a napkin
Right after that you can go
I just bought a
Brand new foreign
This bitch came
Without no roof
Tinted up
My Bentley coupe
Can't see me
But I see you
Lately I been out in Cali
Rockin' Bali
Smokin fruit
If we miss we spin again
F*ck around
And loop de loop
Three bitches, 1Myro, 4 blunts
Shit it's a f*ckin party
These niggas ain't smokin
On runtz
Them nigga smokin' garbage
Got fans
Got bands
Gotdamn
Bitch I done went retarted
Model bitches
I give em hell
Like mothaf*ck a Barbie
Jump inside
And push to start it
I'm ridin' round wit
This Lil Uzi like I'm
Playboi Carti
This sexy bitch
She like my music
Say it get her started
Ain't wanna have to clip
That boa but now his
Soul departed
Money talk
I'm wit it
I get it
Ok let's get to business
You can't move
Around in my city
Unless you got ya blicky
Pussy bitches
All in my mentions
This sht hea get ridiculous
On my line
Stop alllat cryin
She know I keep it pimpin
Hella cold
I whack the witness
My bitch up early in the
Mornin makin' eggs and biscuits
I said I'm gettin rich off music
They thought I was trippin
So If we beefin' bitch it's up
It's no way you can fix it
Writer: Myron McGee II
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