Beans

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah The real Rx [Verse] One in the head for any altercation Sippin' Wockeisha on my way to the alter My partner tryna talk me out of crazy decisions Left my gun in the car while I seen my P.O. Feel like Tracy McGrady, I give and I go Whatever you need, I can get it for the low The game to be sold, it ain't just to be told If you know then you know, nigga, that's how it go I sat the Audi on Forgiatos On narcotics, swervin', tryna dodge the potholes I got shooters in traffic, they go where I go Even when I'm shoppin' on Melrose In the '87 like Shawty Lo I'm thе man 'round this bitch, shawty know It's a fast car, what you think I bought it for? In the fast lane right now, I'm one forty-four This bitch ain't еven in sport mode Hittin' this ho like it got turbo White cup full of purple I'm sippin' on Barneys with bags from Barney's Too high to drive, gotta pull up on Auntie I came a long way hand-to-handin' with junkies Now I start cars without usin' a car key And still pick up when I see Auntie calling Live life no condom, I gave y'all the raw me My last ho mad, she broke up, she salty When I crashed my Benz, came back in an Audi I walk in this bitch like I'm Barry Gordy Most the time I'm Dominic Toretto But sometimes I feel like Jeff Gordon Roll a blunt, pour a line while I'm recordin' Nine times out of ten, that's Jordy callin' My bitch shake ass like she from New Orleans I heard they got cheap lean in Texas Let a nigga think he gonna finesse me Then get his shit kicked in like David Beckham I ain't talkin' 'bout a workout when I stretch him He could be Usain Bolt, 5.56 catch him I get to the pot, I'm ambidextrous Watch what you doin', don't make a mess with this Auntie said she think I'm Heaven-sent Talkin' crazy, get your melon split Not a trapper, you ain't sellin' shit You a rat, I know you tellin' shit Since a boy, I been through hell and shit I don't drink green or that yellow shit Hi-Tech, Wock', maybe Tris Fill it to the top and baby sip Held the cup so damn long Lookin' at me like I'm baby sittin' Hit the pot, I got a crazy wrist I cannot stand a lazy bitch Cinderella madder than a bitch Came home booted off the shit Laid down, gave her lazy dick She like, "Papi, who you playin' with?" It ain't no one how I pre-made this shit Most of the time, I just be sayin' shit Say a bunch of fire shit and don't save the shit I don't know what the fuck be wrong with my brain and shit If I could then I would explain the shit But I can't, so I ain't gonna explain the shit Hit the range and work on my aim and shit 5.56 hit a nigga in his pancreas Glick on my hip, I came with this Pap stay armed and dangerous That old-ass foreign, you should be ashamed of it I wouldn't wanna be the nigga that hang with him I used to have neck braids like Jermaine and them But I was never in the same gang as them They was doin' dirty nigga shit I was tryna get a chain and shit Before I meet up with a gang of hoes I'd rather go out and hit a lick Been that way since a lil' jit And it ain't gonna be no different shit Get low in the cut and get high as fuck I hate when a nigga size me up Nigga, I will beat the fuck out you if you try your luck It ain't nan' nigga that's invincible You seen what happened to FBG Duck I ain't from Chicago I don't know what the fuck they got goin' on, so I don't give a fuck I'm gon' say what the fuck on my mind Nigga, I do this shit here all the time Ridin' with the Glick on my side 'Cause it ain't nan' nigga gon' take mine Nigga, I know BDs, GDs, dope fiends that'll steal a TV I know Bloods, I know Crips, I know niggas that'll go off in your shit I know Vice Lords and Tribus Nigga, they're lethal My trap look like a cathedral I'm in that bitch wearin' all white like The Beatles This shit'll get uglier than Beanie Sigel