Follow My Lead

[First Verse]Well Baby Beesh, that's my handle, money mackin'

Commando, blowin' like a candle, on that pearl and

Wood panel, modern day Marlon Brando

Squares don't understando

Play like a piano when I'm flipping through the

Channel, man don't make me lose convultions, chokin'

On some doja, cars keep flippin' over

Getting' Jags and Testerosas

Motorola, Coca-Cola, stay high and never sober

Got them hot girls makin' love to my poster

Attitude kinda flippy, pockets never skimpy

Married to Marijuana with that drama you can miss me

Fifty-fifty I'm a playa, slash money maker by nature

I get that paper pushin' green and snowyflaka

Make a good girl turn to sinna

Puttin' inches all up in her

Blaze the bitch up now she's a bread winner

I'm a gold digga, kick a hole through your front door

Nigga, don't try to fight it, give it up, let it go.

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Follow my lead huh, do as I say not as I do. (x3)

Follow my lead huh, mayday mayday. (x5)

[Second Verse]I remember way back in the day

I used to get spankings from my momma

But uh now this lil' ass baby smokin' on dank in The

Bahamas, got a pair of Versace pajamas

Little mommas say I'm a sex symbol

I come through with the blue Coug

And shit I'm thinkin' Lexus Limo

I'm a swang three lanes to the piece and chain

And the pinky ring I'm gonna blind

'cause it's my time, I pack my dime, I put two holes

Right in your spine

Every time you talkin' down my rhyme

Boy I beat yo lil' behind

And stop and rewind, feel my lines

Bottle like me, I'm gonna shine



Little Christian on a mission

But listen he gaining recognition

In the Expedition, it's gonna glistin'

Got a line and he went fishin'

Pay attention to the Louisiano recano regano with a

Blano, I be puffin' on a big Fano

Got mo' green than the motherfucking lotto

Nigga I'm the one, the Christian

The lucky motherfucker outside of the Yukon

I'm swangin' fo's, I'm slangin' hoes

Representing of the way Houston

These boys ain't ready for the age of Levy in a SS

Chevy on perely

Nigga I be sippin' lean

And I'm counting green

'cause boy I'm all about my feria (feria).

Chorus

[Third Verse]I promise this song is harder than my dick is

I won in the Olympics for cooking the most chickens

Gold medal around my necka, living la vida chueca

Puck checka, chuck wrecka, nobody do it betta

I'm best when under presha, smoke up in my chest

Momma mad, 'cause I just just failed my piss test

Brain deader than a door knob

This is, for my road dog

Fresh out the Pen I take him out to get a blowjob

I'm so shy, controlling the streets, like a robot

The one to put a dope house

I'm sorry but it won't stop

My door got kicked in once before

And I'm sho' they won't try that stupid shit no more

I put holes up in they asses

Broke em' like some glasses

Niggas was falling just like my motherfuking pants is

Answers your questions, throwed as Mexicans

Snatch your bitch up and dig deep in her intestines.

Chorus