Pair of Dice

[Intro: Beez] SHUT THE FUCK UP [Verse 1: Beez] See lately I've been stuntin' to hard Lately I've been buyin' shit Lately I've been, never mind it Lets rewind it, Try dif' time, think again See lately I've been stuntin' to hard Lately I've been buyin' shit Pull up in the biggest bodies Shit look like a rocket ship See lately I've been gettin' doe Lately I've been fuckin' hoes And these right here are my confessions And I ain't 'bout to sing no Russian song Lets get into it What the fuck I gotta do to prove I'm the hottest My crew is the (livest/lava) You get it because lava is hot And I bet a 100 thousand dollars Ain't nobody gone top it And see the same 100 thou we gone divide with my possy My flow B-A-N-A-N-A-S Takin' trips from the DF though Way way to the LAX On some LA sex Get a LA babe, then a LA ex Buying bromia some LA kush Smokin' LA jets If I walk in I got some money on me And `they been buzzin' heavy, they should honeycomb me Got a phone full of hoes, I ain't never lonely If you talkin' them digits, then telephone me I'm from Indiana, you know everything I do is 2-1-9 incline, I'm divine Girls be like "OMG, Beez so fine" "Me so fine, bend it over let me hit it from behind" [Interlude: Beez] "I mean she so fine so I was just trying to Tsk, fuck it [Verse 2: Beez] Turnt like a doorknob Reminiscing when I used to steer my moms car back in high school and joyride Now I got a joyride, ninfo With the windows, tinted Blowing hella endo When they tryna go platinum here Cisco did it, I'm so lifted I'm so gifted, I'm so spiffy [?], she so ricket Cash gotta get it Now I'm rollin' with a mil I feel like Nicki Closet look like a Foot Locker So many shoes you would think I had foot problems And I can't face (defeat/da feet), I'm not a foot doctor I took the training wheels off like, look mama I'm just hugging the trees, like koalas Being high is just apart of my persona Get commas, with goblins Team run up on you, arms extended, moving slow, like "AW SHIT ZOMBIES" Will I ever get signed? Shit probably Cause the bars and flow man the shit godly Know a nigga named David Son just be collecting choppers, but you'll never see him whip Harleys If you ain't talkin' money quit callin' Probably ride the bench, but nigga you ain't ballin' In a high school fight in my retro 6 Jordan's With a nigga who don't like me cause his bitch want me We in the bathroom, quit stallin' Sock him in the mouth, school started callin' me Mic Foley I'm too gutter, like I went bowling Yeah I'm eating good, eating real good, but I'm still hungry Just got done fuckin', she still horny Smokin' purple and big Barney My Flintstones look like rubble, Fred, and Barney And my diamonds be Ray Charles-in *Gasp* Had to catch my breath Actin' foul you can catch that tech It is what it is Man where I'm from you gotta ride with a 30 on you In case a nigga wanna catch that step Man I'm out [Outro: Beez] They ain't gone get that shit man Ain't no way they gone get that (Jewelry/jury) out here Ray Charles-in niggas, man DON'T GET BLINDED, BITCH Ahahahahaha, aw man, yeah Tsk, fuck this shit, man