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Beans N Pies

 

Beans N Pies

(album: Oppletizer - 2023)


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They pulled me over, I ain't even break one law
He walked up to my window and asked me did I play ball?
He asked me do I sell raw? I look like I move fentanyl
He think I get the brick sauce, he asked me what my wrist cost
I told him I'm an artist, at my label, I'm priority
She only on my dick 'cause my Trackhawk sitting on Forgis
I gotta watch the company I keep, the niggas poison
I wanna pick my son up from school on Rolls-Royces
Ferrari or the Porsche? Which one got the most horses?
Let's see who really up, I could fuck the city up
Million dollars worth of game, hit Wallo and Gillie up
I got Doja in my 'Wood, I got soldiers in the hood
Had to let on demonstrations to make sure it's overstood
Long live my nigga Stewie, shirt, shoes, belt Louis
I be icy as fuck, please don't let them hype you up
Everything I got on custom, you can't look these prices up
Shoot a thousand, bet a thousand, nigga, come shoot dice with us
I really know the plug's plug, all you do is use drugs
Crib on a golf course, I never swung a golf club
I heard niggas talking down on me, yeah, it's all love
I just fell back and ran it up like a boss would
Got some white bitches from the 'burbs, but they talk hood
Strapped 'em down with ten thousand beans and send they ass to Boog
Gave 'em two hundred for the tank to keep that bitch on full
SRTs, wide bodies back to back when we outside
Two hundred rounds in every car that's riding with me when I slide
I feel like Ja Morant, I'll show the switchy off on live
Get a nigga fapped, book his ass a one-way up to God
I got mob ties, you should never go against them guys
I ain't Muslim, but I can get them beans and them pies

Beans and them pies, beans, beans, and them pies
Beans and them pies, beans, beans, and them pies
Beans and them pies, beans, beans, and them pies
Beans and them pies, beans, beans, and them pies
I ain't Muslim, but I can get them beans and them pies

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