Pinto Beans

Lyrics

[Intro: Kasher Quon] Kasher Quon Let's go Got that boy Chance on the beat What up Krown? [Verse: Kasher Quon & ATM Krown] Just beat a nigga ass and stomped his head in the ground I'm walkin' out the bank with like two or three thou Smacked your bitch, she was talkin' while I'm thumbin', had to recount Blow his thoughts out his top, ain't nothin' left to think bout Just fucked this nigga bitch at his crib where he sleep at Shoot his house up, now he ain't got nowhere to sleep at Boy you lookin' skinny, where the fuck do you eat at? No the fuck we don't sell no five dollar weed pack My cousin just called for a five dollar weed bag I hung up the phone and told that nigga I'mma call him back Man, you ain't give your bitch no money, that's why she mad at youAlmost fucked a bitch cause she thought I was Adam22 I'm still waiting on that nigga now to drop my interview Niggas broke as hell going to a McDonalds job interview Just caught one of my opps on a bike, blew out his inner tube On the dark web, saw a nigga kill hisself in a red room Boy you broke as hell, took your bitch to the Red Roof Just punched a lil nigga in his jaw, now he ain't got no tooth Hold on Quon, I got you, stomped his dumbass with the Timba boots Niggas fucked up in the crib eating pinto beans I just scammed a nigga online named Charlie Sheen I was finna fuck this lil hoe, but her hygene I think I need to pop a percocet, I got a migrane Scammed a nigga out of the country from Ukraine I just scammed him for a twelve hour block cause he was too lame CashApp the cheese then I sent him the wrong address Had to block his number, he was blowing up my textPlus Pimp slap my bitch for playing City Girls Act Up Hold up bitch, turn this shit off, what the fuck you thinking? She ain't want to, make that bitch walk I-I-I ain't racist, but my shirt say "Off-White" Was tryna roll up outside and got frostbite Come on my side and watch me get to bussin' like I done toss dice You the type to work at McDonalds hopin' the boss nice You the type to buy three grams and roll eight blunts A nigga bought some weed but I sold his ass K2 The police pulled me over, they searched my car with a K9 But they ain't check the coffee cup, poured up with [?] They ain't check under the seat, I had a bunch of narcotics My ex-bitch a manager, I'm bout to go swipe Target Hahaha, man, look, Quon retarded You still riding in that fuckin' bucket, it's time to park it You still riding in that fuckin' bucket, can barely start it In the AirBnB, blowin', ashin' on the carpet In the Scat Pack flyin', dumpin' ashes on the ground Scammed my weed man for White Runtz, a half a pound You couldn't afford weed, so you smoked a Black & Mild Your bitch got pregnant and it wasn't even your child Snapchatting all that weed, that wasn't even your loud The bitch was trying to chill until I pulled my dick out A nigga tried to rob me and I blew his shit out A was finna fuck her, but her pussy blew out Ol' rat-ass bitch tryna smoke up my weed Told her pack all her shit and then leave Tryna take the car, bitch we scrappin' for keys My cousin think he tough, we finna box for the cheese Just got a fire BIN, I'm bout to punch a TV Fucked a bitch yesterday and she ain't have a TV Yeah I told that bitch "you too broke, I couldn't even touch your dusty ass, but get some money, I'll treat your pussy like a punching bag" Slapped my lil brother, told him "wash up with yo musty ass" I'm finna meet bro with a pint at the Krusty Krab Bro serving, they said this best shit Big Unkie had I was tryna call for a bow, but my service bad