Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Want Beef? 2.0, artist - YSN Flow. Date of issue: 26.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Want Beef? 2.0 |
| At school I ain’t type |
| Why the fuck would I go tight with opp niggas that ain’t right |
| I’m high as a kite |
| I’m popping Xans through the night |
| Then crack a opp top like a sprite |
| I’m leaning on kickstand |
| You put on your pinny, I load up my semi |
| Let’s meet in the field and |
| Catch his ass in traffic, make him do a donut, tryna skrt off got his whip |
| spinning |
| I got the bag and bitch I got the mula, don’t look my direction we guaped up |
| Walk in the club all my niggas got semis, don’t look at my section we glocked up |
| Pussy boy thought he was gifted boxed up |
| You snitching yourself saying names in your raps, no you not living that now |
| you locked up |
| Lot of money mean a lot of hundreds, pretty bitches on me I be fucking hoes |
| War beater and a heart breaker, she can love the dick but I ain’t cuffing hoes |
| Not a rainbow I like different color money, blue strips, fell in love with those |
| Spinning like Jack in the Box we been cracking the opps, with my shottas we |
| clutchin' 4s |
| Moving around with my gang members, them the same niggas that ain’t fuck with |
| you |
| Claiming that’s yo brother but he snitching, that’s the same nigga that was |
| praying with you |
| How yo ass my brother we got different struggles, sandbox I wasn’t fucking with |
| you |
| Got a little older, moved to the trap house |
| At school I ain’t type |
| Why the fuck would I go tight with opp niggas that ain’t right |
| I’m high as a kite |
| I’m popping Xans through the night |
| Then crack a opp top like a sprite |
| I’m leaning on kickstand |
| You put on your pinny, I load up my semi |
| Let’s meet in the field and |
| Catch his ass in traffic, make him do a donut, tryna skrt off got his whip |
| spinning |
| Choppa be singing that bitch can hit C notes |
| Save my bro like a hero |
| Shooting at villains, drum come with a 50, we blowing this bitch 'til it’s zero |
| And that fuck shit, I can’t fuck with, I see through these niggas like a |
| peephole |
| Tooth fairy came every night, I was stuffing the racks in my pillow |
| I got bands bitch, but still clutching that tool and it blow like a |
| motherfucking fan, bitch |
| Whatchu sayin' bitch, heard you talk out yo neck, put this tool in yo throat |
| let it blam, bitch |
| And I ain’t lying bitch |
| On 6−2 we be spraying shit |
| Peanut butter 'cause that’s where we get a opp jammed quick |
| Told the plug I want Ps, and we pulled up six deep, man his ass should’ve known |
| we wasn’t paying shit |
| my little slider shit, glocky on me I’mma slide a bitch, geekin' on Xanax and |
| molly bitch |
| Mixing the Ac with my sprite and shit |
| 30 on me it ain’t talk |
| I might just stick up the plug |
| I just been doing these jobs |
| Mixing the sprite with my mud |
| At school I ain’t type |
| Why the fuck would I go tight with opp niggas that ain’t right |
| I’m high as a kite |
| I’m popping Xans through the night |
| Then crack a opp top like a sprite |
| I’m leaning on kickstand |
| You put on your pinny, I load up my semi |
| Let’s meet in the field and |
| Catch his ass in traffic, make him do a donut, tryna skrt off got his whip |
| spinning |