BigKayBeezy – Area 51 (Remix) (ft. Big Yavo) (Audio, Lyrics)

Listen to the remix for BigKayBeezy’s “Area 51” song featuring Big Yavo. The track was produced by Dj Ram Z & Prodcr. Stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download.

Bigkaybeezy Area 51 (remix)

Steadily over the past two years, Chicago’s BigKayBeezy has become one of the most underrated artists in the game at the moment. With co-signs from Pooh Shiesty and Ron Suno in 2021, Beezy now looks to level up 2022.

For his first release of the year, BigKayBeezy decided to revamp his January 2020 hit “Area 51,” which still stands as one of the most popular tracks of his catalogue two years later. For the remix, Big Vayo assists with a brand new verse on the second half of the track.

As gun sound ad-libs are sprinkled all throughout the track, BigKayBeezy keeps his original first verse and hook intact, allowing Yavo to bring a fresh sound to the instrumental on the back half. With his imposing, low-pitched flow, Yavo spits menacing bars about getting to his back and living with no regrets.

BigKayBeezy – Area 51 (Remix) (ft. Big Yavo) (prod. Dj Ram Z & Prodcr)

Lyrics

[Intro: BigKayBeezy]
Grrah (Ayy, CR), baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow
Baow, baow, baow (Grrah)
Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow

[Chorus: BigKayBeezy]
Moon Rock from outer space
New Glock from out the state (Baow, baow)
Two shots will rock his face (Brr, baow)
Straight up pickpockets
Takin’ shit straight out your pocket, ayy
My block a army base (Gang)
This ain’t no normal place
We don’t tote normal Dracs (Grrah)

[Verse 1: BigKayBeezy]
And I’m gon stay the same, don’t get popped through this Baping Ape (Baow, baow)
Can’t even trust your gang, might get you popped and take your place (Brr, baow, baow)
We don’t go tit for tat (Nah), we take down everything (Yeah)
He think it’s tic-tac, his toe get tagged for playin’ games (Gang, gang, gang)
This ain’t no bougie lick (Nah), bitch, this the perfect stain (Yeah, yeah)
This a-nigga filthy rich, let’s clean this shit, get everything (I need all that)
We hit his block and spray, he better pray, that’s heavy rain (He better pray)
We make it hurricane (Hurricane), somewhere it never rain
Ayy, ayy
I can’t see me get no bitch no wedding ring (Nah, nah)
But I like Mary Jane, might marry every strain
She was with me through the pain (Yeah), new blick, that Ruger thing (Baow, baow, baow)
That bitch gon’ boom somethin’ (Graow), hit his shirt, remove the stains (Brr, baow, baow, baow)

[Chorus: BigKayBeezy & Big Yavo]
Moon Rock from outer space
New Glock from out the state
Two shots will rock his face (Baow)
Straight up pickpockets
Takin’ shit straight out your pocket, ayy (Ayy, CR, baow)
My block a army base (Baow, baow)
This ain’t no normal place (Nah)
We don’t tote normal Dracs (Ayy, grrah, baow, baow, baow)

[Verse 2: Big Yavo]
New Trackhawk off the lot (Skrrt-skrrt)
Say, 300 Black I did fresh out the Bronx (Fresh out the Bronx)
Ayy, I asked a bae, “You gon’ suck me or not?” (Are you gon’ do that)
Ain’t got time to be fuckin’ no thot if he playin’ his bitch
They gon’ be rushin’ him out (Woo)
[?] at the trap then I’m flushin’ ’em down (Ok, ok)
Bitch, stop actin’ boujee, you fuckin’ the town
Ain’t a law for these freaks, they cuffin’ ’em down
She know I’m not buyin’, the bitch is not bound
Charge him twenty-six, paid a different amount
Ayy, say, I won’t see me a drought
Say, I hit that wood and create me some clouds (Create me some clouds)
She ain’t wanna fuck me when I was just down (Crazy)
And now I’m back up, wanna come back around
Say, “Bitch what the fuck, do I look like a clown?”
I put my nut on her face and sent her ’bout her way (Goodbye)
I won’t get in the booth, I ain’t made me a play
No Dior today, just some dope boy J’s
Same dope boy tee with the dope boy face
I won’t go back broke, there is just no way (Uh)
I was just down bad, you gon’ be ok (For real)
I’m in my bag like Frito-Lay (Nah, for real)
Nigga playin’ on TIC like T-O-K (Bah-bah-bah)
Said, I was in school with Z’s in my pocket, ain’t playin’, I’m poppin’ it (Ok, ok)

[Chorus: BigKayBeezy]
Moon Rock from outer space
New Glock from out the state
Two shots will rock his face (Baow)
Straight up pickpockets (Uh, uh)
Takin’ shit straight out your pocket, ayy (Baow)
My block a army base (Baow, baow)
This ain’t no normal place (Nah)
We don’t tote normal Dracs (Grrah, baow, baow, baow, ayy, CR)