Melvoni – BEAM (Instrumental) (Prod. By Arcaze)

[Intro: Melvoni]
(ArcazeOnTheBeat!)
Grrah
Grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah, okay

[Chorus: Melvoni]
I’ma turn up for everyone watching (Gang-gang)
He get shot if he think that we boxing (Baow-baow, baow)
AP, I’m totin’ a lot of knockers (Grrah)
Niggas know we the ones on that timin’ (On that what?)
Chopper on me, bet I make it sing (Grrah, grrah)
Catch me lackin’, bet I make a scenes
Hit his top and take away his dreams (Grrt)
He too far, I’ll mark him with a beam (Boom)
[Verse 1: Melvoni]
And this .40 be liftin’ niggas
Shit get sticky, I know they get changing, niggas
Only gang, I don’t hang with no different niggas
If you nasty, if you ask me (Gang)
Windows tinted, I throw out the backseat (Grrt, baow, boom)
I get deaf from the .40 be clappin’
Deez on my body, they know I ain’t lackin’
Dunkin’ the fours, they know they gotta catch ’em, like
Why these niggas be cappin’, like? (Grrah, grrah)
I will slide through the four with like four guns (Boom)
Forty-eight, bro hop out and he dome one (Grrah, grrah)
Then we burst through the back and they all done
And it’s fuck all the opps forever (Fuck all the opps)
I’m gettin’ cheddar so I almost bought one
Said he bodied, then he gotta show some
When I pop out the cut, niggas gon’ run

[Verse 2: Dougie B]
We gon’ make no noise, and that shit get you blessed
Like, get you pulled up in the set
And we breakin’ for hell and we still givin’ wreck like GBG do it the best
And I said what I said, yeah, G, we did it the best, Klay
Watch how he fold on his chest
I ain’t wanna be dead, so I geek on a line (On a what?)
We get money, so fuck it, let’s party (Grrah, grrah)
We came through stompin’ like we in the army
She off Bacardi, yeah, she gettin’ naughty (Huh?)
Bad bitch too attack, like Harley, don’t taught me
Any location, get boomed in a heartbeat
Yellow and beans, I don’t need me a molly
Broke and you dissin’? That shit lookin’ sorry
Get paid on a beat, we killin’ him softly (Grrt, baow, baow, baow)
Pause
[Verse 3: KALIQ]
So let’s take a trip
We cruisin’, we purging, no killer, we hit
Look, one call, I’m makin’ it lit
[?], get ten or they care not to kill
Get the chop, if he oppa, it get hit
Swerve through them lights, we ain’t stoppin’ from shit
And this gun really tucked on my hip
I really live what I rap and I rap what I did (Nah, for real)
Too different, no switchin’
Better not bitch if you come on this mission (At all)
Little B in the back, tryna blitz ’em
Youngin’ don’t run but these bullets gon’ trip him (Trip)
And I came with no knock, he a fool
What you gon’ do when I run into you?
I’ma clique so don’t get it confused
In this war, we don’t play, we don’t say, we just do (Baow, baow, baow, baow)

[Chorus: Melvoni]
I’ma turn up for everyone watching (Gang-gang)
He get shot if he think that we boxing (Baow-baow, bow)
AP, I’m totin’ a lot of knockers (Grrah)
Niggas know we the ones on that timin’ (On that what?)
Chopper on me, bet I make it sing (Grrah, grrah)
Catch me lackin’, bet I make a scenes (Woah)
Hit his top and take away his dreams (Grrt)
He too far, I’ll mark him with a beam