The Bees Knees

(album: Death Race For Love - 2019)

Chasing the lean (Let's go)
Chasing the lean
Rotting my brain (AP Gang)
Let's do it

Chasing the lean, rotting my brain, honestly
Drugs the only thing that's faithful to me
Sorry to say
Groupie hoes wanna come my way
Come take this pic and get out my face
Ran into my main thing
Come take this dick and you can stay

It's my year, year, year
Codeine sip, no beer
Holy shit, he's the shit
Words from my peers
Don't like me? You can suck a dick
It's how it goes around here
Hellboy, oh yeah
6-shooter in the ear

Try me, you wanna fuck with me, bitch, then fuck with me
You wanna kill me, nigga, then pop me
These niggas really want me dead
I don't really think they're that lucky
I just told my bitch I love her (I did)
I hope she think I mean it
I wouldn't lie about that shit, trust me
I wouldn't lie about street shit, trust me
I wouldn't lie about drug shit, trust me
See, that drug shit hide the ugly
And I ain't never been ugly, trust me

Dicked up on her, bang, percussion
We had a Snoop Dogg discussion
A sexual eruption
Open up them legs I'm hungry
Bank account erupting
I need me a safe or something
I'm a dirt bike-riding junkie
I don't need that Wraith for nothing
But it's a Wraith for my wrist or something
Hoes wanna raid my wrist or something
The cops wanna raid my crib for nothing
It's 'cause we black, that's how they coming (Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12)

Chasing the lean, rotting my brain, honestly
Drugs the only thing that's faithful to me
Sorry to say
Groupie hoes wanna come my way
Come take this pic and get out my face
Got champagne glass on my kitchen counter
It's codeine in it, no Ace of Spades

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
Nigga wait
Nigga, it's a wave, nigga, I'm the waviest wave
Tennis chains, forgetting about the world our forefathers paved
Ay, who am I to talk, I'm AP gang
150 on my wrist, okay

You should've been afraid, uh
Cooking up, then I play, uh
Brand new china set for the house
Versace dinner plates, ah
What your momma tell you about getting involved?
Yeah, you got you a gun, but you're still too soft
You ain't gon' shoot that bitch at all
If I got it on me, I'ma let that bitch off
Hot Boy, young Lil Wayne shit
Look at the socks, boy
'Cause I'm a Glock boy
No clue, hugging a thot boy
Giving 'em top, where they brain is
I'm a rockstar-lifestyle-living
Dirt bike-riding, toting stainless

Bank account erupting
I need me a safe or something
I'm a dirt bike-riding junkie
I don't need that Wraith for nothing
But it's a Wraith for my wrist or something
Hoes wanna raid my wrist or something
The cops wanna raid my crib for nothing
It's 'cause we black, that's how they coming

Chasing the lean, rotting my brain, honestly
Drugs the only thing that's faithful to me
Sorry to say
Groupie hoes wanna come my way
Come take this pic and get out my face
Champagne glass on my kitchen counter
It's codeine in it, no Ace of Spades

Let me switch up on y'all fuck niggas

Double-cup pleasure (Double)
Can I feel this way forever?
It don't matter how fucked up I get offa the drugs
Still giving my effort, all my effort
Phone line going AWOL, I'm a plug now
They act like my music is the new drug in town
The bee's knees, I am (The bee's knees)
The bee's knees (Bitch I am)
The bee's knees
It's time for these hoes let's three-way

Now I got money I can afford loyalty
It's a cruel deal, gotta pay for loyalty
To do what I do, you need a whole team
It's child's play to me, ay

The bee's knees, I am
The bee's knees, I am
OC, never do coke, no
Fuck a nose-bleed
Red and white, God's cocaine, no seeds
Thots in the Bent', smoking thrax, counting up the racks
Bitch, I'm the bee's knees

I'm OC
Never do coke, no, fuck a nose bleed
Red and white, God's cocaine, no seeds
Thot's in the Bently, smoking thrax, counting up the racks and the beans
Oh, I'm the bee's knees
Knees (I am the bee's knees)

Niggas not ready for this shit at all
Listen, we're just talking that talking that talk
We're just talking that boss (That's right)
Mu'fucka, I'm high
A Death Race for Love
I ain't just racing for love though
My heart racing, my money racing, my mind racing
All blacked-out unless I'm gon' race it
Lucid Dreams still on your bitch playlist (Yes sir)
I took her and smiled and you looking like "How could she say this?"
(Timeless music, bitch)
Smoking thrax
Yeah, alright, fuck rap, just need that Black card
This time I'm gon' show you all my heart
(Where the Perc's at?)
(I thought I told you to stop fucking with me)
I'm a business man, so that mean I'm about my business (Preach)
(Hey man, a "bidness man", not a "business man", nigga, a "bidness man")
ID got that shit
That boy got the shit (No cap, no cap, no cap)
I know y'all seen them old videos of Dream Team playing basketball
Just ran the three-man weave