Beans & Magazines

[Intro]

Go, go, go, go, go, bang (Sos' baby)

[Chorus]

Throw you some shells

I got that arm, ayy

Unleash the beast

And that be my charm, ayy

Hop in my American whip

Hop out the foreign

'Fore you call the police

I'm already gone, ayy ayy

[Verse: 1]

Pop out the Miss, ayy, hop out a bitch

Was broke, but damn man I'm rich, ayy, tryna catch me a fish, ayy

Lookin' like I hit a lick, so much horse and kick

This bitch like a Ferrari, ayy, boy, we ain't fakin' no funk

I was like 8 with a gun, pour ace up but I'm the one

When I take KayKay to the lunch, I tell her to get what she want, ayy

We stakin' out on a beef, we comin' out like a leak, we comin' outta the tree

I'm comin' outta the V, turn up the passenger seat, ayy

Hand me a light, let's get ready to ride, all this ice I'ma catch frost bite

If you sneak diss, you can catch me outside, if you sneak diss, then you know it's on sight, ayy

Girl, we ain't a couple you can't hold my hand and these dirty ass niggas can't hold my bands, ayy

Too many blunts, my eyes bloodshot red, steady hearin' voices in my head

[Chorus]

Throw you some shells

I got that arm, ayy

Unleash the beast

And that be my charm, ayy

Hop in my American whip

Hop out the foreign

'Fore you call the police

I'm already gone, ayy ayy

[Post-Chorus]

Young nigga, from the bottom

Ohh, got me, like I got me

Wrist rocky, pockets stocky

And we got beans and magazines

[Verse: 2]

Send me in the wilderness

And I'm coming out with Scars

Water well it might be a shark

Baby what caught your eye it might be my ring

And you know this the 50 feet, step in this ring

I'm flexing like I'm stone cold Steve Austin

She wanna ride me like yeehaw

I'm bout my bread, pita

Wanna relax with the seat back

Tint so dark you can't see past

Just had a talk with my ego

Got more more shelves than The Home Depot

[Chorus]

Throw you some shells

I got that arm, ayy

Unleash the beast

And that be my charm, ayy

Hop in my American whip

Hop out the foreign

'Fore you call the police

I'm already gone, ayy ayy

[Post-Chorus]

Young nigga, from the bottom

Ohh, got me, like I got me

Wrist rocky, pockets stocky

And we got beans and magazines