Want Beef? 2.0 lyrics

[Intro]
At school I ain't type
So why the f*ck would I go type with opp n*ggas that ain't write?
Huh, L462 gang

[Chorus]
At school I ain't type
So why the f*ck would I go type with opp n*ggas that ain't right?
I'm high as a kite
High, poppin' Xans through the night
Then crack a opp top like a sprite
I'm leanin', no kickstand
You put on your pinny, I load up my semi
Let's meet in the field and blitz then
Catch his ass in traffic, make him do a donut
Tryna skrrt off, got his whip spinnin'

[Verse 1]
I got the bag and b*tch, I got the moolah
Don't look my direction, we guaped up
Walk in the club, all my n*ggas got semis
Don't look at my section, we glocked up
pus*y boy thought he was gifted
Well then treat his ass like a gift, get him boxed up
You snitched on yourself, sayin' names in your raps
No, you not livin' that, now you locked up
Lot of money mean a lot of honey
Pretty b*tches on me, I be f*ckin' hoes
War beater and a heart breaker
She can love the di*k, but I ain't cuffin' hoes
Not a rainbow, I like different color money
Blue strips, fell in love with those
Spinnin' like Jack-In-The-Box, we been crackin' the opps
With my shottas, we clutchin' poles
Movin' around with my gang members
Them the same n*ggas that ain't playin' with you
Claimin' that's your brother, but he snitchin'
That's the same n*gga that was sprayin' with you
How yo ass my brother? We got different struggles
Sandbox, I wasn't playing with you
Got a little older, moved to the trap house
And in fact, I wasn't playing with you
[Chorus]
At school I ain't type
So why the f*ck would I go type with opp n*ggas that ain't right?
I'm high as a kite
High, poppin' Xans through the night
Then crack a opp top like a sprite
I'm leanin', no kickstand
You put on your pinny, I load up my semi
Let's meet in the field and blitz, then
Catch his ass in traffic, make him do a donut
Tryna skrrt off, got his whip spinnin'

[Verse 2]
Choppa be singin', that b*tch can hit C-notes
Save my bro like a hero
Shooting at villains, drum come with a fifty
We blowin' this b*tch 'til it's zero
And that f*ck sh*t, I can't f*ck with
I see through these n*ggas like a peephole
Tooth fairy came every night, I was stuffin' the racks in my pillow
I got bands, b*tch, but still clutchin' that tool
And it blow like a motherf*ckin' fan, b*tch
What you sayin', b*tch? Heard you talk out your neck
Put this tool in your throat, let it blam, b*tch
And I ain't lying, b*tch
L462, we be spraying sh*t
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 payin' sh*t
Hoppin' out on my lil' slaughter sh*t
Glocky on me, I'ma slide a b*tch
Geekin' off Xanax and molly, b*tch
Mixing the Ack with my Sprite and sh*t
Thirty on me, it ain't tucked
I might just stick up the plug
I've just been doing these drugs
Mixing the Sprite with my mud
[Chorus]
At school I ain't type
So why the f*ck would I go type with opp n*ggas that ain't right?
I'm high as a kite
High, poppin' Xans through the night
Then crack a opp top like a sprite
I'm leanin', no kickstand
You put on your pinny, I load up my semi
Let's meet in the field and blitz, then
Catch his ass in traffic, make him do a donut
Tryna skrrt off, got his whip spinnin'