Beast

Beast (Explicit) - Rob Bailey/The Hustle Standard

(《左撇子》电影插曲)

When the sun rises

I wake up and chase my dreams

I won't regret when the sun sets

Cause I live my life like I'm a beast

I'm a mothaf**king beast

Ayo back to make you run around the game like it's a fire

I spit acid b**ch like I got cyanide in my saliva

Watch me wet and heat sh*t up like I'm a washer and a dryer

While I beat you in your head until you tire

I'm a motherf**king beast

See the way we got all my niggas is open

I'm doing it again and it won't stay

Got a ni**a wilding like he in a bull pen

Look at me wishing I had him hoping

But I will diminish and I stop and I won't finish

But I drop and always kill a ni**a hotter than a skillet

Think you're f**king with a god you gotta be joking

Every single time you niggas see me step inside the do'

Killing everything with a thousand gorillas behind me so

I suggest you bow to let your chick eat my salami slow

While I continue to dazzle niggas in the hood with that tsunami flow

Get back homie before you get snapped

Even got a b**ch strapped in the club with a snub nose

While I make them black with a bang and then a crack

Niggas in the head I'm back everybody 'til the club close

Haters I see you sitting over there

That's why you see me blacking everywhere

I'ma motherf**king beast

I'ma I'ma f**kin' beast

I'ma mothaf**kin' beast

F**kin' I'm the f**kin' beast

I'ma motherf**kin' beast

You don't want problems

I'ma motherf**kin' beast

You don't want problems with me

I'ma motherf**kin' beast

You don't want problems

I'ma motherf**kin' beast

You don't want problems with me

I'm a motherf**king beast right

Homie welcome to the east side where the killers reside

We playing war games please hide

Ain't no signs of peace so f**k a peace sign we ride

Bust shots from a car seat

Or maybe hang you 'til your neck is broke

Choke with you with a stethoscope

That's how I kill a motherf**ker in a heartbeat on a dark street

I'm a motherf**king beast

I'm a motherf**king beast right

Keep it three five seven in a levis

When the beef fries house gang could've used as the disguise

Look in these eyes last thing you gonna see when the heat flies

Yo is it we dumb or is it the city we from

Got us killing each other over these bread crumbs

You f**k with me it's gonna be cranberry and 151

This murder rap is red rum

I done seen a ni**a dumping with the pistol

Pull a gunmen out the window of a rental situation detrimental