Pork N Beans

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah (My nigga Brainstorm did this beat!) Uh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Uh, uh uh uh uh Yeah, I ain't even gon' come in yet Uh uh uh uh [Verse] Ball on the stove and it get too hot Nigga talk too much, know he work with the cops Do a drill, Moncler on like Kay Flock Know the boy too broke, nigga, get out the spot Right out the mud and it fuck with my mind Show money shit, nigga, fuck off my line Can't talk to my face, wanna talk from behind Hop out the cut with a two-tone nine (grrt!) Mama keep tellin' me, "Baby, they jealous" Bro want a sleeve, I made him a dozen Your auntie my auntie, so nigga, we cousins It was what it was when it mothafuckin' wasn't Pull up sixty deep, just me and my brothers I get a opp killed, word to they mother They ain't do shit from me, I take shit from 'em Put a bowl in my face, I could make sumn from it They like "Neph, you the one, you the next upcomin'" See that shit in my face, I don't do it for nothin' Y'all sharin' that Glock, y'all ain't shootin' shit Grrt! Bitch need a cooling kit Suck my dick, that's how rude I get AR15 look like a broomstick Sit down, broke boy, you ain't do shit Little puny Glock'll move your whole strip They like, "Where you been?" Just got off my flight Blue-tip hollow point sing like Gladys Knight Different work, not the batch from last night Every fight, fight like my last fight If I tell you somethin', keep it airtight Ride for my dawg if he right or wrong Get up, get a bag, that's the time I'm on In my feelin' right now, bitch, leave me alone Why you outside, boy? Know you need to be home (need to be home) Raised by the Glock, the pot, and a stove Back to the trap, I ain't goin' home (back to the trap) You ain't help your brother, you know you wrong (you ain't help that nigga) We gon' rob that nigga, we playin' along Up that pole if he say somethin' wrong I give you a pack, don't take all day long Wave that Glock, look like pom-pom Don't die in this shit, they like, "Neph, you too strong" Goin' through withdrawals, fightin' my demons Can't get off the boot, I know when I need it From the inside-out, nigga feel like he bleedin' Glock hit a opp, and iron out the creases They like, "How Neph did that shit, he be cheatin'" Put some respect on your voice when you speakin' Backspace, "uh," stiff-arm and delete her Don't blow it all, don't risk your shit In the trap all alone, takin' risks for this shit Broke boy act broke, Glock fix me a bitch Audi A6 point, no tint on that bitch Cartier bustdown, see the glist' on that bitch You ain't even know it, got the stick in that bitch Ambidextrous with the left right now They say I'm trappin' at my best right now I ain't got the money, plug debted right now You stressin' me out, got a headache right now Don't talk 'bout the lick, nigga, take it down Nigga go through so much, gotta fake a smile Nigga broke as a bitch, wanna stay around Bro hit his pockets while I lay 'em down [?] sound like "Shots fired!" (Boom boom boom boom!) Draco sound like a budget Jamaican sounds (Shots fired!) This not on you, it gotta be in you Take that persona off, it don't fit you Pray to my fuckin' [?], it's a ritual Walk in that bitch like rest in peace Kimbo Neph, what you doin'? I'm gon' get money I'm goin' through shit, I don't want 'em to trust me Bro need a lick, he movin' funny No tellin' what broke boy'll do for money Cook a deuce, lace up my boot for money Take a trip, get off that flight for that money Damn near 25-to-life for that money Real nigga gon' divide that money Scary nigga tryna hide his money Money, power, respect, you ain't got none All my Glocks go dun-da-dun-dun You from pork and beans, not the slums