Lyrics Want Beef? 2.0 - YSN Flow

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