Mag T - Beverly Hills (feat. Supa Soda) Lyrics

I can't bitch my heart you know that love kills
If you go against the squad we make your blood spill
My shooters hoping out the car like some navy seals
Put you on death row like suge night we trained to kill
This bitch say she want to f*ck me
She know I'm too real
She pop that pussy for me then I make her pop a pill
Catch me smoking thrax while counting hundred dollar bills
I'm a superstar I need a crib in Beverly Hills
Shawty want a thug, cuz I shine like the sun up
But I want them bucks, trap all night until the sun up
Call me young thug, yea post with my gunna
He gon pull his gun up if you run up you get done up
Back in the day I was broke, I had no hoes In the past
Back in the day I was broke, I had no hoes in the past
Magnificent get to the guap, magnificent
Get to the cash, Magnificent get to the guap, Magnificent get to the cash
These niggas are jokes and I laugh
Your bitch she on go like cab
F*ck her and call up
A cab
Then I go take me nap
I lied I cannot lack
Paranoid I'm up with the gat
Round of applause you get clap
I put a hole in your hat
Im always on the move
But I stay off the map
This bitch said I'm cool and her nigga is whack
She like how you get theM shoes, cuz I'm serving them packs
Bob the builder with that tool
Nail an opp with the gat