Sun Valley lyrics

[Intro: Lil Bean]
(Let the beat ride out, Ju)
Uh, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Bean]
Tell my n*ggas I'm one call away if sh*t get critical
Ain't been broke for a lil’ while, I know the feelin' though
They say, "Beaner bring the real back," I know, it’s difficult
And sometimes you gotta ask n*ggas what they in it for
Know I said I don’t f*ck with broke b*tches, but I did before
I just slid down Rodeo Drive, where the ceiling go?
He was speakin' on me to the b*tch, got a pillow flow
Know some n*ggas who talk cash sh*t, but they really broke
They keep sayin' that I'm next up, b*tch, I been a goat
Booty club, throw thе money high, watch it hit the floor
Know some n*ggas who don’t likе me, but they really jokes
I could really pull the foreign up, watch me do the most
You could really ask my whole hood, the voice and the hope
Real smart, I just play dumb, but I'm takin' notes

[Chorus: Lil Bean & ZayBang]
Ain't it crazy, all that sh*t I seen, but I'm still livin'
Told my brother, "Leave the streets alone," but he still livin'
That Beaner piece from 2017 and it's still hittin'
When we f*ck, I hit it from the back, you just feel different
Pops told me back when I was young, "You the meal ticket"
Who'd have thought I'd be in black trucks like I'm Bill Clinton
Pull the foreign up to Sun Valley, these my real n*ggas
Any loss, we ain't cry about it, I just deal with it (Ayy, look)
[Verse 2: ZayBang]
How you broke, in your feelings? n*gga, where your hustle at?
Had some b*tches that was broke and I still ain't double back
I ain't never bought a Glock if a stick ain't come attached
You went down to your last, how the f*ck you gon' relax? (n*gga)
This a 2024, tell him get his muscle up
This shoot 556s, hit him in his jugular
Box Chevy on roachies, peanut butter candy top
You ain't really from your hood, n*ggas be from Antioch
His b*tch a number one fan, she like, "Pause for a flick"
n*ggas all for a b*tch that be all for some di*k
I ain’t never to the neck, I’m in the mall with the blick
That’s a EQ Benz, brother chargin' his whip
I know a bum-ass b*tch that'll say she a snack
That’s a first class flight, but we comin' with them packs
Four poles in this whip, but we ain't gettin' jacked
Five shots to his face, no, he ain’t gettin' back, n*gga

[Chorus: Lil Bean]
Ain't it crazy, all that sh*t I seen, but I'm still livin'
Told my brother, "Leave the streets alone," but he still livin'
That Beaner piece from 2017 and it's still hittin'
When we f*ck, I hit it from the back, you just feel different
Pops told me back when I was young, "You the meal ticket"
Who'd have thought I'd be in black trucks like I'm Bill Clinton
Pull the foreign up to Sun Valley, these my real n*ggas
Any loss, we ain't cry about it, I just deal with it