Beamer Boy

I'm a schemer boy, I'm a dreamer boy

I love a girl that don't even fuckin' need a boy

Baby, I'm a beamer boy, need a beamer boy

I want a Z3, that's a two-seater, boy

I pull my cash-out, shorty pass out

Take her ass out, then I spaz out

Okay, yeah, I hit that, shorty, get back

I got death notes, where my list at?

Yeah, I'm in my zone now, I put my phone down

I'm on my own now, I'm on my own now

She wanna go down on a real one

I hit Olof like, "What's the deal, bro?"

See me doin' shows now, I'm a pro now

I got hoes now, I got some dough now

But they don't wanna hear that, they want that real shit

They want that drug talk, that I can't feel shit

I'm never comin' home now, all alone now

Can't let my bros down, can't let my bros down

I feel like I'm a no one, that's what they told me

I'ma show ya, I was chosen, ayy

I'm a beamer boy

I'm a beamer boy