[Chorus: Lil Bean]
Yeah, uh
Russian chops stuffed inside of a European car
I could fall off today, that's why I love tomorrow
Two bitches, but they're twins, I can't tell apart
One got better throat, but one got better arch
Runnin' plays like Archie Manning, my brother a bandit
'Member piled inside the trap, the crib was abandoned
Bad bitch good at givin' head, she say she at Stanford
Niggas don't be usin' guns, they show it on camera
Say she workin' nine-to-five, but really she dancin'
Any time you got a problem, just tell me, it's handled
[Verse 1: Lil Bean]
Yeah, Kyrie with the handle
My uncle got an old revolver with tape on the handle
This shit'll change your whole life, I know what them bands do
Ain't too many niggas left, it's only a handful
Yeah, keep playin' your part
Don't gotta tell me keep it real, I've been from the start
If you put pain in these streets, it's gon' leave a scar
If them niggas pull up on us, their shit gettin' parked
Gotta watch my back, this shit can get tricky
I don't stop at red lights, just give me the ticket
'Member servin' through the field, bounce out, it get busy
Nigga tryna bring it home, my pockets was empty
Yeah, uh
Russian chops stuffed inside of a European car
I could fall off today, that's why I love tomorrow
Two bitches, but they're twins, I can't tell apart
One got better throat, but one got better arch
Runnin' plays like Archie Manning, my brother a bandit
'Member piled inside the trap, the crib was abandoned
Bad bitch good at givin' head, she say she at Stanford
Niggas don't be usin' guns, they show it on camera
Say she workin' nine-to-five, but really she dancin'
Any time you got a problem, just tell me, it's handled
[Verse 1: Lil Bean]
Yeah, Kyrie with the handle
My uncle got an old revolver with tape on the handle
This shit'll change your whole life, I know what them bands do
Ain't too many niggas left, it's only a handful
Yeah, keep playin' your part
Don't gotta tell me keep it real, I've been from the start
If you put pain in these streets, it's gon' leave a scar
If them niggas pull up on us, their shit gettin' parked
Gotta watch my back, this shit can get tricky
I don't stop at red lights, just give me the ticket
'Member servin' through the field, bounce out, it get busy
Nigga tryna bring it home, my pockets was empty
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