Doing Well Lil Bean
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[Intro]
(R-R-R-Remedy)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Twenty-one, I need a mil'
Soon as they let bro touch down, we givin' hell
Right now, I gotta win 'cause we done took so many L's
Can get it there myself, I never sent it through the mail
I can set it off with this ten milli'
We been losin' for so long, who gon' win with me?
You better not never leave your pole, that shit real gritty
Better take all your belongings, bitch, it's bip city, yeah
I'm just tryna really fuck hoes, touch bigger knots
I rеally come from bleedin' the road and sendin' shots
It's still thе same thing, just more bags and bigger Glocks
Bitch, I'm way too up to be worried what niggas got
But people keep on tellin' me I'm next up
In my city, warzone, better vest up
All I know is hit the road, run that check up
Gon' have to show a whole lot, you tryna impress us
[Chorus]
If they ask, I'm doin' well
You can ask my dogs do I send money to the jails
You can ask my bitch, 'cause I just put her in Chanel
My brother would be home, but they denied my nigga bail
Shit don't be the same, I just feel different
She ain't fuckin' with no lames, she like real niggas
Yeah, them boys cannot compare, it's a real difference
It be hard to hide the pain, 'cause these real feelings, yeah
(R-R-R-Remedy)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Twenty-one, I need a mil'
Soon as they let bro touch down, we givin' hell
Right now, I gotta win 'cause we done took so many L's
Can get it there myself, I never sent it through the mail
I can set it off with this ten milli'
We been losin' for so long, who gon' win with me?
You better not never leave your pole, that shit real gritty
Better take all your belongings, bitch, it's bip city, yeah
I'm just tryna really fuck hoes, touch bigger knots
I rеally come from bleedin' the road and sendin' shots
It's still thе same thing, just more bags and bigger Glocks
Bitch, I'm way too up to be worried what niggas got
But people keep on tellin' me I'm next up
In my city, warzone, better vest up
All I know is hit the road, run that check up
Gon' have to show a whole lot, you tryna impress us
[Chorus]
If they ask, I'm doin' well
You can ask my dogs do I send money to the jails
You can ask my bitch, 'cause I just put her in Chanel
My brother would be home, but they denied my nigga bail
Shit don't be the same, I just feel different
She ain't fuckin' with no lames, she like real niggas
Yeah, them boys cannot compare, it's a real difference
It be hard to hide the pain, 'cause these real feelings, yeah
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