Young Syrup - Beverly Lyrics

Enemy
Yeaaaaaaaa
What!
Money Tree
In the hills
Nigga which one
Beverly
Got chills
When I hit that
Melanin
Got my white girl mad
Hella enemies
Wanna
Murder me

Money Tree
In the hills
Nigga which one
Beverly
Got chills
When I hit that
Melanin
Got my white girl mad
Hella enemies
Wanna
Murder me

You callin on them
Preposterous

I rather cut them
And leave em
All losses

I fell for you
And it cost me

I never knew
I would fall
And then boss up

I love you baby
You family

Hand me the gravy
Then pay off
My Grammy

Picnic

Flossing

Cool kicks

Awesome

Track mixed

Caution

Real friends

Lost them

Gained new

Sauce n

Pay off my cars and

Sip shit

Tax em

Can't talk

Fax em

I ain't brand new
I love fashion
Then when they caught on
I changed it up my fashion

I am a beautiful bastard
My heart so Black
I don't care for you bastard

Cleaning my cutical
Cash up
I got your back
Cause you kept it official

Sad at the funeral
Miss you
Mad at the fact that I couldn't
Come save you

I pray to gxd
On my dead franks

I'm made of god parts
And fragrance

Money Tree
In the hills
Nigga which one
Beverly
Got chills
When I hit that
Melanin
Got my white girl mad
Hella enemies
Wanna
Murder me

Burn alive
They all want me toast
Cause I'm
Full of life
Acting Hollywood
Bitch
I'm in Hollywood
Getting bread
Cross the grid

Toast to our Lives
Ya ya ya ya ya
Yaaaaaaa

All the cheese In the back

Go easy

All fleas and the nats

Go this way

She cheating

She creeping
On a week day

Cute diaties
We racing down the speedway

Hot seat
Never that
Capish
Then attack
Wings off
Free fall
Where these niggas at

Shorty
Heart erupt

Army
Start it up

For real
For realer

I live
Till I want

Till I want
Till I want

You getting bread
You right to stunt

Till I want
Till I want

We getting bread
Cause we not dumb

Don't hit him
Dont use the phone

I suggest you hit and run

Killem all
Killem all
Killem all
Killem all

Money Tree
In the hills
Nigga which one
Beverly
Got chills
When I hit that
Melanin
Got my white girl mad
Hella enemies
Wanna
Murder me

Burn alive
They all want me toast
Cause I'm
Full of life
Acting Hollywood
Bitch
I'm in Hollywood
Getting bread
Cross the grid

Toast to our Lives
Ya ya ya ya ya
Yaaaaaaa