STK lyrics

(Eli)

[Chorus: Lil Bean]
This a four door coupe, you cannot see behind me
Tell me what it is, i don’t like surprises
Gotta get my strap that sh*t like my body
I can't call you brother, you n*ggas ain't reliable
Open up the door, this sh*ts like a sideshow
You ain’t havin’ diamonds, n*ggas got on rhinestones
She got face tats, she wanna look like [?]
We at steakhouse, ion wanna dine though

[Verse 1: Lil Bean]
n*gga call me brother, n*ggas not my kind though
We gon wipe the floor, blood look like pine-sol
Gotta make it back this sh*t bout survival
Baby im that n*gga who the f*ck you lyin to
n*gga playin crazy, them youngins a slide through
Youngin 16, them choppas is 5’2
A 100 for a tape, i need that like times two
Going through some things i gotta just fight through it
I dont еven post unless im promoting music
n*ggas look up to me im probably thеy main influence
Keep it off the net, we don't even know who we into it with
Going against a beamer i guess i just like losing
Taking chances, n*gga taking risks, n*gga had to find a way, ain't have no pot to p*ss in
Jay said he was doing time, he couldn't be out [?], came home got right to it that n*gga finally livin’
[Chorus: Lil Bean]
This a four door coupe, you cannot see behind me
Tell me what it is, i don’t like surprises
Gotta get my strap that sh*t like my body
I can't call you brother, you n*ggas ain't reliable
Open up the door, this sh*ts like a sideshow
You ain’t havin’ diamonds, n*ggas got on rhinestones
She got face tats, she wanna look like [?]
We at steakhouse, i don’t wanna dine though

[Verse 2: ZayBang]
n*gga, can’t put that sh*t behind me, this 63 AMG, you can’t just get behind me
I got my lil n*gga with me, he a catch a body
Before i ever make a diss im tryna stretch somebody
n*gga look, i got that pistol with me
I told my b*tch to watch her friends cause these b*tches envy
They say its money on my head i told em come and get me
And we can talk about some chicken i could up a 50
Somebody said they robbin who, i told them n*ggas never
I left the b*tch cause she was lost, go get yo sh*t together
I like the one thats about some chicken, not who f*ckin better
You know a b*tch gon be a b*tch, you better f*ckin let her
In monterrey im having dinner on the f*cking water
This old n*gga want my top, i probably f*cked his daughter
My last chain was 40 plus, i think im comin harder
Its me and bean in that benz, this b*tch need a charger
[Chorus: Lil Bean]
This a four door coupe, you cannot see behind me
Tell me what it is, i don’t like surprises
Gotta get my strap that sh*t like my body
I can't call you brother, you n*ggas ain't reliable
Open up the door, this sh*ts like a sideshow
You ain’t havin’ diamonds, n*ggas got on rhinestones
She got face tats, she wanna look like [?]
We at steakhouse, i don’t wanna dine though