ON DEM BEANS lyrics

[Intro]
Jugg2k shi-
Yeah
Real sh*t like that
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Hello
Underworld Records strictly for the unda
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Yeah, yeah
Yeah, big money, savage sh*t
[?] sh*t
Get to the bread

[Chorus]
Get to the bread, get to the dough
Whole lot of n*ggas don't trust that hoe
f*ck with me, you dead on the floor
And my dog going to stay on the floor
Carol City, three to the four
Why you acting like a hoe
If you want to be cut-throat
Then the bullet gon hit you, yo
Get to the bread, get to the dough
Whole lot of n*ggas don't trust that hoe
f*ck with me, you dead on thе floor
And my dog going to stay on the floor
Carol City, three to the four
Why you acting like a hoе
If you want to be cut-throat
Then the bullet gon hit you, yo
Get to the bread, get to the dough
Whole lot of n*ggas don't trust that hoe
f*ck with me, you dead on the floor
And my dog going to stay on the floor
Carol City, three to the four
Why you acting like a hoe
If you want to be cut-throat
Then the bullet gon hit you, yo
[Verse]
A n*gga sticking on the bean
Hot-ass fat in them jeans
You talking sh*t, pip squeak
I got that hoe on her knees
That block hot like the grease
That kill your ass by the cheese
That chop smokey like weed
sh*t, you is not on my steeze
sh*t, don't play with me
I'm not the one you want to try
If you lying, then you die
You going to get the homicide
All my dog going to slide
All these f*ck n*ggas pie
When Jitt died, I ain't cry
Cause that boy ain't never lie
I ain't touching no hoe
Cause you already know these hoes going to go
I'm going to f*ck up, though
Can't f*ck with no pus*y-ass hoe that's broke
My b*tch got bread
And when she shot dead, she be talking to her land
Can't f*ck with the feds
And if it rain, going to end up dead
That's who I be
And when you ride that SGP
Don't diss at me
Cause if you do, then you ain't going to be
I don't need no team
I just need to go and get that bean
So when I up, I'm going to paint you like the skin
[Chorus]
Get to the bread, get to the dough
Whole lot of n*ggas don't trust that hoe
f*ck with me, you dead on the floor
And my dog going to stay on the floor
Carol City, three to the four
Why you acting like a hoe
If you want to be cut-throat
Then the bullet gon hit you, yo
Get to the bread, get to the dough
Whole lot of n*ggas don't trust that hoe
f*ck with me, you dead on the floor
And my dog going to stay on the floor
Carol City, three to the four
Why you acting like a hoe
If you want to be cut-throat
Then the bullet gon hit you, yo
Get to the bread, get to the dough
Whole lot of n*ggas don't trust that hoe
f*ck with me, you dead on the floor
And my dog going to stay on the floor
Carol City, three to the four
Why you acting like a hoe
If you want to be cut-throat
Then the bullet gon hit you, yo
[Outro]
I already know that
Long live the boy