S2h lyrics

[Verse 1: KEY!]
N double A C P
Can't no b*tch excite me
I need a Rolex, no [?]
If them people stop me
I call to God for lightning
I'm going hard, and your pockets hurt
I see why you don't like me
I see why you don't
Clico and Rico, I'm all about them C-notes
Your main ho falsetto, falsetto, falsetto
All my work correct though, shout out my connect though
I swear I breathe the best smoke, [?]
Can't cop no weed at Texaco, some of these n*ggas [?]
I'm a teach them a lesson though, I'm a teach them a lesson though
Pop the bean, pop pop the bean
Eh, pop the bean, pop pop the bean, ho

[Verse 2: Curtis Williams]
I just got a pack, tell my b*tch roll it
Tryna stack that paper, to the point where it's not folding
Can't no n*gga do it like me, Vodka straight, no chasing
Only after that paper, but them f*ck n*ggas still hating
Two-9 'til that grave dirt, smoked out 'til my chest hurt
Good weed in my Dutch, red box on my T-shirt
n*ggas pocket watching, too much to count
That checkered flag waving, when I come around
Yeah
It's waving when I come around
If your b*tch ain't at the crib, that mean she came around
Yeah
That mean she came around
And that checkered flag waving, when I come around
Swag