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