[Intro: Beeda Weeda]

Like my 707 niggas say man, I'm out here getting this cho mane

Know what I’m talkin about?

Like to stunt around here, everything wet my nigga, believe that

It's East Oakland though, on my momma though, nigga

Yeah nigga, PTBTOTT nigga, what's happening nigga?

Beeda Weeda

Believe the bitch; 24-7 stay wet, holla

[Verse 1: Beeda Weeda]

Yeah, it’s East Oakland in the mothafucka

I'm in the buildin, know we smokin in this mothafucka

Fresh harvest got it potent in this mothafucka

If I was crippin, I'd be locin in the mothafucka

Got the whip sprayed suwoo red

Run up on my shit the wrong way, I'll shoot you dead

Bang this top shit nigga, ain't no blood or cuz

Kick does, pimp hoes, grow and sell this plug

I got love for my Bs and Cs

L.A. Confidential, ain't no stems or seeds, you know me

Mackin, trappin, rappin, and stackin

Told my lil nigga wе mobbin, chill out on the swaggin

I'm gettin head with a magnum in thе back of the magnum

Niggas speakin on these hoes, I done already had em

Nigga speakin on my name from all this choose up action

Good game and good dick sent your bitch ass packin, what's happenin?

[Chorus: Beeda Weeda]

Whip sittin high, everything I’m pushin

Money on my line, I ain’t even push it

Left the pockets dry, but I got the pussy

45 dripping, I'll leave a pussy

Niggas tried to play me, I had to get my feet

Hit em with the choppa choppa, left the whole street

Then I hit the jewelry store and got the whole piece

Hoes choosin, big bottles in the club week

[Verse 2: Richie Rich]

I’m a turf nigga

For what it's worth nigga, fuck the 15th, Richie was the first, nigga

Every time I fuck my little bitch, she squirt, nigga

Old school, Funktown, Killa Curt, nigga

36 nigga, caught me with half of that

Broke bitches be the hoes that I be laughing at

All county time, never been behind the wall

Deliver my shit nigga, because I don't do the mall

My 41 Milli? So presidential

I'm havin millions, but still live residential

’72 Cutlass, on them deuce deuces

Paint wet, nigga, cleaner than Chip Fu-ces

I'm a town nigga, 100 rounds nigga

On that cookie, you on that Bobby Brown, nigga

Ask Beeda Weeda, I'll forever be a cheater

I'm married to the game, even though I don't meet her

[Chorus: Beeda Weeda]

Whip sittin high, everything I'm pushin

Money on my line, I ain't even push it

Left the pockets dry, but I got the pussy

45 dripping, I'll leave a pussy

Niggas tried to play me, I had to get my feet

Hit em with the choppa choppa, left the whole street

Then I hit the jewelry store and got the whole piece

Hoes choosin, big bottles in the club week

[Verse 3: Beeda Weeda]

Yeah, hit the club and get turnt up

Fuck security, the weed gettin burnt up

The hoes see us at the door and get worked up

Straight to the VIP section, lit the purp up

Got them bitches bouncin ass and pullin skirts up

Sweatin D, poppin bottles, throwin turfs up

I'm in the corner sippin, thick bitch twerked up

Think we high? Slippin get your ass murked up

On point, roll the Beeda blunts, fuck a joint

If you ain't funkin over money, nigga, what's the point?

Them niggas tried to play me, had to get my feet wet

Hit em with that choppa choppa, left they street wet

Your game lame mane, need to press reset

I do my dang, chain flooded with them VVS

Wet, that's what we call it

Addicted to this lifestyle, I'm a stunnaholic

[Chorus: Beeda Weeda]

Whip sittin high, everything I'm pushin

Money on my line, I ain't even push it

Left the pockets dry, but I got the pussy

45 dripping, I'll leave a pussy

Niggas tried to play me, I had to get my feet

Hit em with the choppa choppa, left the whole street

Then I hit the jewelry store and got the whole piece

Hoes choosin, big bottles in the club week

[Outro: Beeda Weeda]

My rims, whip, neck stay wet

24-7, gotta stay wet

My bitch pussy, fit, and kicks stay wet

24-7, gotta stay wet

My whip, rims, and paint stay wet

24-7, gotta stay wet

My bitch pussy, fit, and kicks stay wet

24-7, gotta stay wet