Pinto Beans lyrics

[Intro: Kasher Quon]
Kasher Quon
Let's go
Got that boy Chance on the beat
What up Krown?

[Verse: Kasher Quon & ATM Krown]
Just beat a n*gga ass and stomped his head in the ground
I'm walkin' out the bank with like two or three thou
Smacked your b*tch, she was talkin' while I'm thumbin', had to recount
Blow his thoughts out his top, ain't nothin' left to think bout
Just f*cked this n*gga b*tch at his crib where he sleep at
Shoot his house up, now he ain't got nowhere to sleep at
Boy you lookin' skinny, where the f*ck do you eat at?
No the f*ck we don't sell no five dollar weed pack
My cousin just called for a five dollar weed bag
I hung up the phone and told that n*gga I'mma call him back
Man, you ain't give your b*tch no money, that's why she mad at youAlmost f*cked a b*tch cause she thought I was Adam22
I'm still waiting on that n*gga now to drop my interview
n*ggas broke as hell going to a McDonalds job interview
Just caught one of my opps on a bike, blew out his inner tube
On the dark web, saw a n*gga kill hisself in a red room
Boy you broke as hell, took your b*tch to the Red Roof
Just punched a lil n*gga in his jaw, now he ain't got no tooth
Hold on Quon, I got you, stomped his dumbass with the Timba boots
n*ggas f*cked up in the crib eating pinto beans
I just scammed a n*gga online named Charlie Sheen
I was finna f*ck this lil hoe, but her hygene
I think I need to pop a percocet, I got a migrane
Scammed a n*gga out of the country from Ukraine
I just scammed him for a twelve hour block cause he was too lame
CashApp the cheese then I sent him the wrong address
Had to block his number, he was blowing up my textPlus
Pimp slap my b*tch for playing City Girls Act Up
Hold up b*tch, turn this sh*t off, what the f*ck you thinking?
She ain't want to, make that b*tch walk
I-I-I ain't racist, but my shirt say "Off-White"
Was tryna roll up outside and got frostbite
Come on my side and watch me get to bussin' like I done toss dice
You the type to work at McDonalds hopin' the boss nice
You the type to buy three grams and roll eight blunts
A n*gga bought some weed but I sold his ass K2
The police pulled me over, they searched my car with a K9
But they ain't check the coffee cup, poured up with [?]
They ain't check under the seat, I had a bunch of narcotics
My ex-b*tch a manager, I'm bout to go swipe Target
Hahaha, man, look, Quon retarded
You still riding in that f*ckin' bucket, it's time to park it
You still riding in that f*ckin' bucket, can barely start it
In the AirBnB, blowin', ashin' on the carpet
In the Scat Pack flyin', dumpin' ashes on the ground
Scammed my weed man for White Runtz, a half a pound
You couldn't afford weed, so you smoked a Black & Mild
Your b*tch got pregnant and it wasn't even your child
Snapchatting all that weed, that wasn't even your loud
The b*tch was trying to chill until I pulled my di*k out
A n*gga tried to rob me and I blew his sh*t out
A was finna f*ck her, but her pus*y blew out
Ol' rat-ass b*tch tryna smoke up my weed
Told her pack all her sh*t and then leave
Tryna take the car, b*tch we scrappin' for keys
My cousin think he tough, we finna box for the cheese
Just got a fire BIN, I'm bout to punch a TV
f*cked a b*tch yesterday and she ain't have a TV
Yeah I told that b*tch "you too broke, I couldn't even touch your dusty ass, but get some money, I'll treat your pus*y like a punching bag"
Slapped my lil brother, told him "wash up with yo musty ass"
I'm finna meet bro with a pint at the Krusty Krab
Bro serving, they said this best sh*t Big Unkie had
I was tryna call for a bow, but my service bad