"Bean Talk" lyrics
(Sosa)
Yeah, yeah
Thousand pack of beans 'til they tweakin', uh, uh
I woke up and barely brushed my teeth, I'm pourin' mud
Yeah, fuck promoters, we brought all our heaters in the club
Hmm, Ramadan, we throwin' cheese up 'til you see the sun
Yeah, I act friendly with some niggas, but it's really up, though
Saved a lot of rappers, you know my youngin with the cutthroat
Mix the fetty with the dog, another brick a mud, though
Rich nigga, I turn a bougie bitch into a bust ho
Niggas rap like me and dress like me, they wanna be Ice
You got a green card when it come to work, ain't never seen ice
I can tell by the price you rep, it just don't seem right
Ghetto ho, she gon' pop that pussy for a green pint
Hmm, yeah, she's just a silly ho
Pop a ecstasy, jump on a beat and I get jiggy on it
Black Phantom look like Reverend Runs, where lil' Diggy go?
Drop the whole piece on that bitch, that's why the skizzy broke
I get in my mode and shit on every nigga I don't like
Hmm, so we can't come where? Gon' get buried for that hype, nigga
I'm with the noodle knocker, shit get scary when he on sight
Green face with white ice, this shit look like a pair of Sprite, nigga
I'm in Miami with the Zoes, two million dollar scams
Same niggas show they hands when they get caught up in that jam
Maybach truck with the Forgis on 'em, but they spins
Ain't gotta pay no yeah, she suck my dick 'cause she a fan, hmm
Turn up for the guys, yeah, free Ghost and free lil' twin
I'm still in the trenches, park my Ghost right by the Benz
Yeah, 680, not the 580, this the big baby
Put my jewelry up and bought new shit, that's why the kit crazy
Fifty in each pocket, pants fat, look like a big lady
White girl with that fatty on, let's have a mixed baby (Iced Up Recordz)
This how we mix 'em
Don't buy no Cubans unless it's ki' or better, I like a big one
Wifey asked me what car can she buy, I told her, "Pick one"
Cybertruck, ain't got his start to drive, I just bought six of 'em
Quit all that playin', I'm really wipin' shit down just like a lint brush
Yeah
Bean talk
Yeah, nigga, this that bean talk
Thousand pills, went on the road, nigga, this that bean talk
You can triple up for real, nigga, this that bean talk
Hmm, niggas will get shit on the high, nigga, this that bean talk
Yeah, extra lean right out of town, nigga, this that bean talk
Hmm, don't get caught when you on that road, nigga, this that bean talk
Yeah, used to get it off the 'bows, now it's that bean talk
On God
Yeah, yeah
Thousand pack of beans 'til they tweakin', uh, uh
I woke up and barely brushed my teeth, I'm pourin' mud
Yeah, fuck promoters, we brought all our heaters in the club
Hmm, Ramadan, we throwin' cheese up 'til you see the sun
Yeah, I act friendly with some niggas, but it's really up, though
Saved a lot of rappers, you know my youngin with the cutthroat
Mix the fetty with the dog, another brick a mud, though
Rich nigga, I turn a bougie bitch into a bust ho
Niggas rap like me and dress like me, they wanna be Ice
You got a green card when it come to work, ain't never seen ice
I can tell by the price you rep, it just don't seem right
Ghetto ho, she gon' pop that pussy for a green pint
Hmm, yeah, she's just a silly ho
Pop a ecstasy, jump on a beat and I get jiggy on it
Black Phantom look like Reverend Runs, where lil' Diggy go?
Drop the whole piece on that bitch, that's why the skizzy broke
I get in my mode and shit on every nigga I don't like
Hmm, so we can't come where? Gon' get buried for that hype, nigga
I'm with the noodle knocker, shit get scary when he on sight
Green face with white ice, this shit look like a pair of Sprite, nigga
I'm in Miami with the Zoes, two million dollar scams
Same niggas show they hands when they get caught up in that jam
Maybach truck with the Forgis on 'em, but they spins
Ain't gotta pay no yeah, she suck my dick 'cause she a fan, hmm
Turn up for the guys, yeah, free Ghost and free lil' twin
I'm still in the trenches, park my Ghost right by the Benz
Yeah, 680, not the 580, this the big baby
Put my jewelry up and bought new shit, that's why the kit crazy
Fifty in each pocket, pants fat, look like a big lady
White girl with that fatty on, let's have a mixed baby (Iced Up Recordz)
This how we mix 'em
Don't buy no Cubans unless it's ki' or better, I like a big one
Wifey asked me what car can she buy, I told her, "Pick one"
Cybertruck, ain't got his start to drive, I just bought six of 'em
Quit all that playin', I'm really wipin' shit down just like a lint brush
Yeah
Bean talk
Yeah, nigga, this that bean talk
Thousand pills, went on the road, nigga, this that bean talk
You can triple up for real, nigga, this that bean talk
Hmm, niggas will get shit on the high, nigga, this that bean talk
Yeah, extra lean right out of town, nigga, this that bean talk
Hmm, don't get caught when you on that road, nigga, this that bean talk
Yeah, used to get it off the 'bows, now it's that bean talk
On God
Writer(s): Icewear Vezzo
