Bis – Beretta Lyrics
Bis “Beretta Lyrics”
He stressed ‘cah they took the Beretta, f**k (F**k)
I’m missin’, I’m missin’, I’m missin’
Reason why ‘cah I come from a mission (From a mission)
And I came from a mission (I did)
You rid, intention different (Different)
Back and I’m better, they gave me the Smithen
I was just bangin’, now you just fibbin’ (Haha)
I just wanna make you cry (Cry)
The shotters gon’ make you die (Die)
When I ride, HS on the right (HS)
Had a Sixty there couple times (Times)
Burn garms when I make you fly (Fly)
Air J’s or the 95’s (95’s)
If we pull the .30, oh my (Oh my)
I just wanna make you fly
I’m fried but I bet I back mine on time (On time)
Lost 9’s and we lost our 9’s
When the ding-dong comes, boy, it’s your time (Your time)
Try ride, put a boy offside (You alright?)
She’s bad so that one there’s mine (She’s mine)
He’s mad, didn’t respect my G’s
No lies, we glide bare knives
Pray we don’t take your life
I pray I won’t lose my mind
In the cell where I think about life
You tried, tried jump out on a guy
Like, I don’t keep it on mine
They be pushin’ off all the time
Look, sweets is just for their bodies
Rocky, you ain’t shootin’ that properly (You ain’t)
You ain’t aimin’ that proper (You ain’t)
You ain’t boot it like soccer (You ain’t)
Miz Mac come for a Oscar (He comin’)
You rate them boy they imposter
Hushhh
Pull up man, let it buss (Bow)
They still talk about us
But you ain’t even gotta fuss
My breads going up so the clips get full, f00l (f00l)
A lot of f00l-f00l sh!t goin’ on but it’s nuttin’, I still stay cool (Stay cool)
I can’t pity the f00l
They don’t want me to ball (They don’t)
Came with a sticks, shootin’ the sticks
Coming like 8 Ball Pool (Bow, bow)
We only wanted to ball
He stressed ‘cah they took the Beretta, (No)
I’m missin’, I’m missin’, I’m missin’
Reason why ‘cah I come from a mission (From a mission)
And I came from a mission (I did)
You rid, intention different (Different)
Back and I’m better, they gave me the Smithen
I was just bangin’, now you just fibbin’ (Haha)
I just wanna make you cry (Cry)
The shotters gon’ make you die (Die)
When I ride, HS on the right (HS)
Had a Sixty there couple times
Burn garms when I make you fly (Fly)
Air J’s or the 95’s (95’s)
If we pull the .30, oh my (Oh my)
I just wanna make you fly (Fly)