Pork N Beans lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
(My n*gga Brainstorm did this beat!)
Uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh uh uh uh
Yeah, I ain't even gon' come in yet
Uh uh uh uh

[Verse]
Ball on the stove and it get too hot
n*gga talk too much, know he work with the cops
Do a drill, Moncler on like Kay Flock
Know the boy too broke, n*gga, get out the spot
Right out the mud and it f*ck with my mind
Show money sh*t, n*gga, f*ck off my line
Can't talk to my face, wanna talk from behind
Hop out the cut with a two-tone nine (grrt!)
Mama keep tellin' me, "Baby, they jealous"
Bro want a sleeve, I made him a dozen
Your auntie my auntie, so n*gga, we cousins
It was what it was when it mothaf*ckin' wasn't
Pull up sixty deep, just me and my brothers
I get a opp killed, word to they mother
They ain't do sh*t from me, I take sh*t from 'em
Put a bowl in my face, I could make sumn from it
They like "Neph, you the one, you the next upcomin'"
See that sh*t in my face, I don't do it for nothin'
Y'all sharin' that Glock, y'all ain't shootin' sh*t
Grrt! b*tch need a cooling kit
Suck my di*k, that's how rude I get
AR15 look like a broomstick
Sit down, broke boy, you ain't do sh*t
Little puny Glock'll move your whole strip
They like, "Where you been?" Just got off my flight
Blue-tip hollow point sing like Gladys Knight
Different work, not the batch from last night
Every fight, fight like my last fight
If I tell you somethin', keep it airtight
Ride for my dawg if he right or wrong
Get up, get a bag, that's the time I'm on
In my feelin' right now, b*tch, leave me alone
Why you outside, boy? Know you need to be home (need to be home)
Raised by the Glock, the pot, and a stove
Back to the trap, I ain't goin' home (back to the trap)
You ain't help your brother, you know you wrong (you ain't help that n*gga)
We gon' rob that n*gga, we playin' along
Up that pole if he say somethin' wrong
I give you a pack, don't take all day long
Wave that Glock, look like pom-pom
Don't die in this sh*t, they like, "Neph, you too strong"
Goin' through withdrawals, fightin' my demons
Can't get off the boot, I know when I need it
From the inside-out, n*gga feel like he bleedin'
Glock hit a opp, and iron out the creases
They like, "How Neph did that sh*t, he be cheatin'"
Put some respect on your voice when you speakin'
Backspace, "uh," stiff-arm and delete her
Don't blow it all, don't risk your sh*t
In the trap all alone, takin' risks for this sh*t
Broke boy act broke, Glock fix me a b*tch
Audi A6 point, no tint on that b*tch
Cartier bustdown, see the glist' on that b*tch
You ain't even know it, got the stick in that b*tch
Ambidextrous with the left right now
They say I'm trappin' at my best right now
I ain't got the money, plug debted right now
You stressin' me out, got a headache right now
Don't talk 'bout the lick, n*gga, take it down
n*gga go through so much, gotta fake a smile
n*gga broke as a b*tch, wanna stay around
Bro hit his pockets while I lay 'em down
[?] sound like "Shots fired!" (Boom boom boom boom!)
Draco sound like a budget Jamaican sounds (Shots fired!)
This not on you, it gotta be in you
Take that persona off, it don't fit you
Pray to my f*ckin' [?], it's a ritual
Walk in that b*tch like rest in peace Kimbo
Neph, what you doin'? I'm gon' get money
I'm goin' through sh*t, I don't want 'em to trust me
Bro need a lick, he movin' funny
No tellin' what broke boy'll do for money
Cook a deuce, lace up my boot for money
Take a trip, get off that flight for that money
Damn near 25-to-life for that money
Real n*gga gon' divide that money
Scary n*gga tryna hide his money
Money, power, respect, you ain't got none
All my Glocks go dun-da-dun-dun
You from pork and beans, not the slums