Beretta Lyrics by Russ Millions
(Sebz Beats, baby)
(Crud)
Sprintin’, MAC-10, G-lock, Beretta (Brrt)
Pussy, you’re irrelevant (Brap)
Man need a gun that can lick down an elephant (Shatai)
I smoke a lot for the pain, it’s my medicine
Tellin’ me she’s celibate
Baby, I’m intelligent, bail, no evidence (None)
Still tryna pepper them, two straps, doublin’ (Brap, brap)
Urus or a Cullinan
Shorty, I’m a bad boy, your daddy wouldn’t get it (Shatai, brap)
Love it when she neck it, stroke and caress it (Brap, brap)
Racks on my jewellery, my burners proteck it (Brap, shatai)
It’s dark outside, see the gun how I left it (Bullet, bullet)
Pull up and shoot, anybody will regret it (Brap, brap, bullet)
Didn’t want me then, but she want me now
Fucked so many girls, I’m losin’ count
Gift and a curse, love the way she use her mouth
Shorty wants a real killy-killy that comes from South (Shatai)
My South ting says she want new lashes
I green-light it only if she holds two mashes
When I step in the place, I want no chattings
Well, unless you’ve got bodies or you do slappings
I ain’t pressed, I press triggers and press bitches
I used to press cocaine and cook my best dishes
Now the feds done a sweep cah the block’s hot
I heard they took more pipes than your ex-missus
Is it true that a coward dies a thousand deaths?
I got two-two drip, but you’ll drown to death
Add that to my thirty-six pounds of flesh
I know I’m wicked, I don’t even want an ounce of rest
In my lightning links
On a hotline, makin’ frightening drinks
Cartier bangles, Cartier tints
I want her best friend ’cause she’s twice as thick, but I might not pick
Yeah, it’s me
You must’ve seen
Never had a job, just a gunman shift (Just a gunman shift)
9 cock her head back when I got nicked (Woah)
Yeah, you gotta watch how my eyes on it (Yeah, yeah)
Long-sleeve, short-sleeve, how you like your wrist? (How you like your wrist?)
Her body fabulous, you know I like ’em thim slick (I like ’em thim slick)
Big dog, I ain’t never been bitched (Never)
From a broken home that ain’t ever been fixed (Let’s go)
Fourteen bricks, I can never get mitched (Get mitched)
Any RICO’ll get pitched (Get pitched)
Brother, if you got the RICO, you a snitch (Snitch)
You ain’t built right
Nike techs and black Forces, but I can go Harrods when I feel like
So what you feel like? (What you feel like?)
I know man that got rich and they still died (And they still died)
Gun talk before me, that’s a real vibe (Yeah)
Call Russ and gun lean when it’s drill time (Brap, huh)
Rapper