Dee Billz - Beckham Lyrics

(Young Madz)
(Chee on the beat)

In the spot and I came with the felons (I'm with the felons)
Ray Makk got hit in the back of his melon (Ray Makk)
And if I throw a bullet, I bet he catch it like Beckham (like Beckham)
I told Rell B hop out the V and send them a message (Rell B)
Grrah, like, if Sheik got the wheel (skrrt), I know we gettin' away (word to bro)
Word to bro, one of mines got touched and we came to they block same day (on bro)
Where are you goin', lil' nigga? You cannot escape (where the f*ck is you goin'?)
And if I got the rock, I might pass it like CP to Blake (pass it)

41 for the win, I been scorin' them buckets like I'm Jeremy Lin
Throw a shot if he sinnin' for Twin
I got bullets that's rippin' through all of his skin (like, damn)
This a message for all of the Choos
They don't want beef with the bros (word to bro)
If I see a G, I'ma shoot
Like, when I party, I think about Lu
All this gas, I been feelin' like Snoop
This what the Ray Makk do (Ray Ray)
Like, I been walkin' 'em down like a troop
Bro been blowin' his gun like that shit was a flute (like, damn)
Like to diss on the 'net, like, I can't wait 'til I run into you (bitch)
Like, if I can't get them doley, told bro throw a shot at the crew (grrah, grrah)

I see him movin' like that, it's a limp in his walk
Kai glitchin', throwin' all he got (grrah, grrah, grrah, boom)
We take a hat out his apartment, if he TG, he crazy, them BG niggas gotta die
AJ be talkin' too much, he ain't gettin' away
If he see me, nigga better duck (Fat Boy)
We puttin' Folks in the blunt if he catch Baby Gee
Tie him up and throw him in the trunk (grrah, grrah, boom)
They know I do what I want, every scene, front line, if he PFA, I let it dump
Slide on the beat, I'm tryna see what's up
Like, where Humble Gz? He never on his block (grrah, grrah, grrah)
I'm with a four slidin' with a six, if we catch us a-, leave him in a blunt (goddamn)
Ray Makk died on some backdoor shit (Ray Makk), nigga, watch who you callin' your friend

Standin' on business, nobody on that for real when we pop out (word to bro)
Got a mask on, cannot be seen on that block (grrah)
The first one you see when you back out (boom, boom, boom, boom)
This ain't no regular drill, we get on that for real
Tryna see if they chillin' on back blocks (goddamn)
He got shot tryna link with a smoochie, it's way deeper than talk
Ray Makk caught a shot, that's a head pop (ah, ah, ah)
Free Bootie, niggas ain't really out shootin'
Niggas die actin' tough for the thooties (boom, boom, boom)
Let me catch me a Trooper, now it's on time for the flute
Hoodied up tryna bust him noogin
Nigga, Freshy don't do nothin'
We get the lo', then we troopin'
I'm on court actin' bad with a new one
Seen the opps and I boomed it, Von Floxks rolled in a shooter
We pull up in they drop, niggas know that we boomin' for Boomer (goddamn, word to bro)