Western lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Bean & ZayBang]
I heard foreign made the beat, so I just jumped on it
Just walked to Saks for twenty thousand, bro, that's lunch money
I let that b*tch run her mouth, she think she run somethin'
Every time I put it in, I told her c*m for me
I lost people that I love, but they still alive
Bro, who got them F&Ns? 'Cause I'm tryna buy 'em
Only thing I f*ckin' hate is a f*ckin' liar
I looked up to drug dealers, that's who I admire
Yeah, probably got some sh*t on you ain't seen yet
I told that b*tch suck my di*k, sent it through a text
n*ggas throwin' headshots, f*ck I need a vest?
Brother know to paint the room if we feel a threat
Yеah, I just say the word, they gon' clear thе room
I heard n*ggas street sweepin', so I brought a broom
I know some n*ggas who did slide, they ain't got sh*t to lose
Shoutout Zay, that n*gga rich, it's how she got a pool (Ayy, look, ayy)

[Verse 2: ZayBang]
Hey, it's a fully on this Glock, why would I slapbox?
n*ggas sayin' sh*t that might just get they gat popped
See, these some Off-White dunks with the Chrome socks
And how the f*ck I'ma go broke? I'm with the dope pop
Why n*ggas gossipin' 'bout sh*t that I don't got?
You need to school your baby daddy 'cause he don't rock
You n*ggas rather make a song than make the 'net hot
Fully chop where I sleep, this b*tch on bed watch
Hey, everywhere I go, I got the gleek on
And I could see you n*ggas fakin' through the peephole
See, I'd take a n*gga pop, I'm like Deebo
It's two n*ggas in this whip, but it's three poles
Ayy, all them sucker n*ggas gettin' stepped on
08, we them n*ggas that they slept on
Even when I'm in the stu', I'm in my best clothes
Them n*ggas say they on my head 'cause my neck froze
[Verse 3: Lil Bean & ZayBang]
These n*ggas be they outfits be my hand-me-downs
Most of these n*ggas, they my sons, but I don't got a child
I want a shoutout to my ex, I know she penny proud
Diamonds jumpin' off my ring, I know they see me now (Ayy)

[Verse 4: ZayBang]
Ayy, you was never with it then, and you ain't with it now
The type of n*gga pull a skit and go and sit it down
I know these n*ggas in they feelings, I don't come around
But who the f*ck gon' say somethin'? I'm a f*ckin' hound

[Verse 5: Lil Bean & ZayBang]
But this from the ground up, and now my neck froze
Bro just cramped for somethin' crazy with the Meks on
I'm a different type of n*gga, bring your best hoes
And we don't cherish these lil' b*tches, we just next those (Ayy)

[Verse 6: ZayBang]
Look, R.I.P. to Virgil, these the Prestos
Say that's some shells on they block, yeah, we left those
You n*ggas love to run them lips you should've kept closed
The same n*ggas makin' disses gettin' stepped on

[Outro: Lil Bean & ZayBang]
These n*ggas be they outfits be my hand-me-downs
Hey, it's a fully on this Glock, why would I slapbox?