big bank beisha
lightskinkeisha
big bank beisha in a two-seater
big bank beisha in a two-seater
handlin' a smith & wesson
i just smoked a whole pound in the west end
i still got the cap and gown from my best friend
all my shooters hold me down in my left hand
hundred k up in my pocket
but you don't know me? you a big fan
beefin' with the block is like some quicksand
you better bring a kickstand with ya
hundred dollars for a picture
twelve k for some initials
nigga say he wanna throw them hands
i cut 'em like some scissors
all this ice is givin' me shivers
i'm not no ordinary nigga
i fuck plenty hose i like chasin' cash
i ain't went to sleep for weeks
you know the bullets gun a nigga like an iphone tag
big bank beisha in a two-seater
big bank beisha in a two-seater
pay attention when a boss bitch is talkin'
diamonds dancin' on my wrist
and if a bitch got a problem
runnin' to the cash like a runnin' back
big bank beisha smokin' reefer in a two-seater
big bank beisha name heavy like two people
big bank beisha moonwalkin' on a chick
big bank shorty teaches how to flex
i might order up a wraith
the other bitches in the way
i'm up in magic blowin' cake
i take a nigga fuck his face
when i say nobody's safe from
big bank beisha in a two-seater
big bank beisha in a two-seater