[Intro]

Bo Nickals trying something crazy!

Lui Beatzz

I count six shots nigga

I count two guns nigga

*Gunshots

[Hook: Lui Beatzz x2]

Hop in the Vet

If you ain't think we ballin' then bet

I run up a check

Ain't no regret when I make ya bitch wet

[Verse 1: Nick BO]

Yeah I had to hop in the Vet

Yeah I had to get ya bitch wet

Yeah I hit the gas when I saw the police

Yeah I had to turn on the jets

Ballin' just like I'm a Met

How many pounds I said bet

Ride or die with my fuckin' team

Yeah all of my dawgs gettin' bread

Ain't got no love for no fed

Drinkin' until I'm undead

Smoke a lot of green no Visine

Yeah that's why my eyes red

Roll down the street and break necks

Shawty called me for good sex

I told that bitch to say less

Hit it once then I'm on to the next

Cause I got blunts rolled up on deck

Shoot my shot wet like I'm Sheck

I'm tryna run up a check

I keep my foot on they neck

Doin' 120 in the whip

Got a fat blunt up on my lip

Tech stay strapped to my hip

See the police and Ima dip

AK got the pistol grip

Cause I got shooters in the meat shop

Shawty only come around when the fuckin' heat drop

Ima spit it freestyle when the fuckin' beat drop

[Hook: Lui Beatzz x2]

Hop in the Vet

If you ain't think we ballin' then bet

I run up a check

Ain't no regret when I make ya bitch wet

[Verse 2: Billy $mith]

I came I saw I ran this

You salty cause I knocked you out praying mantis

But nobody has as much salt as Atlantic

You sleep with the fishes cause I'm from Atlantis (damn)

Khabib

Choke out the beat make it bleed

Don't put me caboose cause I lead

I strung up ya noose and hung it from a tree, you see?

How is it my shit still free?

Thought by now I'd have a milli or three

But me? a lyrical wiz with no cheese (chedda)

I do as I please

I already came then I leave

But we're not the same my lyrics are sharp like coniferous trees

The raps are my leaves and the needle runs deep

However

Satan tried to burn me but I'm clever

Signed away my soul but the Devil don't remember

That my soul is ice cold turning Hell into December

My pleasure

Get it while it's hot or you'll get got never

Cause if you get got you get a box and a letter

With a finger or a toe that you know I dismembered

That's terror

[Hook: Lui Beatzz x2]

Hop in the Vet

If you ain't think we ballin' then bet

I run up a check

Ain't no regret when I make ya bitch wet

[Outro]

*crazy laughter

Lui Beatzz