Golde P - Sucka Beat It Feat Maxie Lyrics

Fresher than a mother me my brother and my DJ
Free my nigga Corey bout to put this shit on replay
Went to California bout to ship em out to Green Bay
Hollered at my dawg he told me any day
Any way
I be on the road baby yea I be on it
Really bout dem gs prolly why I'm never on it
I don't even want da shit if I cAnt ever own it
I don't want be her friend if we can't be up on it
Bitch I'm married and I got five kids
Free my nigga gates bitch I got five gigs
I don't get tire naw baby this how I live
Ain't seen da back of my eye lids
Since my kids was live in in my in my jimmy
Skerrttt lose em in that heMi
People pull me over Ima hit my nigga Sydney
Tell him I was speeding
He tell me what he needing
Ok my G I got you
He tell them suckas beat it

Sucka beat sucka beat it
Sucka beat it beat it beat it beat it beat it
Sucka beat it beat it beat it beat it beat it
Sucka beat it beat it beat it beat it beat it
Ay Sucka beat it