[Lyric] Beat The Sun (Tone'Oh)

Intro

Coldest in this shit & thats fact
Move around wit them stix like the Nasdaq
Hah Its tohn

Verse I

1. Talking that shit & I back up the speech
2. Serving the pit double bagging up each
3. Bows in the back of my jag at the beach
4. Ain’t no stems in that bitch but I’m cracking the peach

5. Cross state lines you ain’t outta my reach
6. Narco for real & the powder my niche
7. Rolle impeach when the sig to the dome
8. Ya stolie’s been breached when I break in ya home

9. Break in ya phone & I snatch all the geeks
10. Stash all the heats under maxima seats
11. Taxing for feats & the cuties for 7
12. Bitch bout a 4 but the booty 11
13. The toolie be revving I’m letting em off
14. Hit thi bit twice & I’m betting you cough
15. Betting you better off running that shit
16. Bolt wit a front & I’m gunning that bit

17. Gunning yo whip, hope gun in yo whip
18. 15 let off but one in yo clip
19. Running yo drip ion want it don’t trip
20. But I do need the money & a comfortable tip

21. Comfortable grip on the Glock gen 4
22. Thotty crack in the whip & I lock my door
23. Put the cock on a whore, crack rock in my store
24. Got so many clips on me I should tik tok more
UH

(Hook 2x)

1. This bitch know imma do her dirty kuz I ain’t the one, (NAH)
2. They ain’t gon press shit more than surely man I ain’t for none, (NAH)
3. I hit the interstate-state-state bright & early beat the sun, (I beat it)
4. You can’t fuck wit me why they gave to bitchass feet to run

Verse II (LA4$$)

All 23 years I been balling like Jordan, ran up a bag now I’m feeling important
We catch em lacking now the kid aborted, Porsche Panamara hit it hear the horses
Wit a white boy moving white boy sell the pack & I grip it all night boy
I be throwing them plays like (?) all them VVS diamonds they choker boy
Ay Ay he thought I’d get on the track & just cap I’m really road running moving them zaps
(?) in my pants I up it & clap can’t talk on no apple shit kuz it be tapped
I got some blocks on my like Shaq all this water could skip a rock on my hand

All these opp thot bitches speaking on the gang could die wit a dick in they hand
Only kuz imma die wit a dick in my hand I be popping my shit but I’m straight out the Skan
& my potna got the drop I pull up & pop it at a opp until the hammer get to jam

Can’t run nigga kuz I’m chasing ya down
The police locked me up I ain’t make a sound
Red dot on his nose kuz that boy a clown
I jump in a pool full of money & drown