I iust Popped a Bean
Ayy, I'm in my homie car
Just tryna smoke a op like my fuckin' Cigar
I'm all FTR, yeah, you know who we are And you know we goin' far
Bitch, I'ma come and hit you with that fuckin' scar
Last opp got caught on that boulevard
You don't even got no gun, how you gonna cause a spark
Ayy, I'm finna throw you like a dart
If you talking shit, then I'm finna smoke you like a cart
You Smell like shit, lil' bitch, you smell like a fart
Bitch, I'm on a mission, just pick and I'ma march
Bitch, you know that I am hungry, yeah, you know I'm parched
Lil' boy, you are not even street smart
Yeah, I knew you was a fraud from the start
Yeah, they sayin' that I'm off, that I have no heart
Fuck boy, yeah, I'm smokin' on Gorilla Glue
you already knew
And I turn one thing into two
I'm with all the animals, they straight up from the zoo
And you know we straight up trappin' out
that motherfuckin' coop
Bitch, I be speakin' facts, just like fuckin' Dr. Seuss
I'm the fuckin' God of Rap, bitch, I'm feelin' like I'm Zeus
Bitch, I'm the king of trap, bitch, I'm gettin' all them blues
Test me then you get whacked, I swear you gonna lose
Why you actin' like I was gonna leave a clue on the scene
I just popped a bean, yeah, I just popped a Molly
I just shot a fuckin' coke fiend
He was talkin' all that shit like he fuckin know me
And you know I got that aim, just like I'm Kobe
And you know I'm gettin' laid, just like the pros be
Man, you actin' like the police
How you gonna flex with your bro cheese
Girl, keep givin' me neck, aways on her knees
I don't even need to flex, I never caught a felony
But I caught so many bodies, I'm surprised nobody noticed me
Keep on sellin' p's, keep on flippin' Gs
Keep on gettin' white for the cheap, keep on sellin' keys
And I'm gettin' drunk off of all the fuckin' Hennessy
When I get older, I'ma take a trip to Tennessee
I remember doin' plays at that Johnny Appleseed
Just tryna smoke a op like my fuckin' Cigar
I'm all FTR, yeah, you know who we are And you know we goin' far
Bitch, I'ma come and hit you with that fuckin' scar
Last opp got caught on that boulevard
You don't even got no gun, how you gonna cause a spark
Ayy, I'm finna throw you like a dart
If you talking shit, then I'm finna smoke you like a cart
You Smell like shit, lil' bitch, you smell like a fart
Bitch, I'm on a mission, just pick and I'ma march
Bitch, you know that I am hungry, yeah, you know I'm parched
Lil' boy, you are not even street smart
Yeah, I knew you was a fraud from the start
Yeah, they sayin' that I'm off, that I have no heart
Fuck boy, yeah, I'm smokin' on Gorilla Glue
you already knew
And I turn one thing into two
I'm with all the animals, they straight up from the zoo
And you know we straight up trappin' out
that motherfuckin' coop
Bitch, I be speakin' facts, just like fuckin' Dr. Seuss
I'm the fuckin' God of Rap, bitch, I'm feelin' like I'm Zeus
Bitch, I'm the king of trap, bitch, I'm gettin' all them blues
Test me then you get whacked, I swear you gonna lose
Why you actin' like I was gonna leave a clue on the scene
I just popped a bean, yeah, I just popped a Molly
I just shot a fuckin' coke fiend
He was talkin' all that shit like he fuckin know me
And you know I got that aim, just like I'm Kobe
And you know I'm gettin' laid, just like the pros be
Man, you actin' like the police
How you gonna flex with your bro cheese
Girl, keep givin' me neck, aways on her knees
I don't even need to flex, I never caught a felony
But I caught so many bodies, I'm surprised nobody noticed me
Keep on sellin' p's, keep on flippin' Gs
Keep on gettin' white for the cheap, keep on sellin' keys
And I'm gettin' drunk off of all the fuckin' Hennessy
When I get older, I'ma take a trip to Tennessee
I remember doin' plays at that Johnny Appleseed
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Writer(s): Carlitos Aguilera
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