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we them ones - lil bean lyrics

[intro: lil bean]
(adeyemi)
told brother, keep your head up n*gga, we gon’, keep strivin’
yeah

[verse 1: lil bean]
just a year ago i was scammin’, yeah
got my bank account really doin’ damage
they like diesel in the paint, keep slammin’ (yeah)
in la with the slam, n*gga we the [?] (on my momma)
just ’cause you seen him fall don’t mean you done, keep fannin’ (yeah)
b*tch be h*lla bad, breath stand, heat draggin’ (woo)
back in middle school, bro was totin’ on the campus
gun bigger than him, lettin’ sucka n*ggas have it (yeah)
i feel like a band, put a dollar on these ones
yeah, can’t go wrong with these ones
i just told bro, “f*ck the critics, have fun”
no matter how hot, sh*t that rain, it’s gone come (n*gga)
bro just bought a jag’, counted out, you n*ggas late
yeah, now he slidin’ in speed
keep [?] whips, shoutout glizz and lil keez
cip nip, i’m on a song with [?] supreme (yeah yeah)
old n*ggas mad they out of style, they outdated
i know they can’t stand to see me win, n*ggas hate it
on ig you ain’t ‘posed to show your whip, they gon’ paint it
you can’t even pull up to my crib, b*tch it’s gated
[chorus: lil bean]
rap sh*t gettin’ serious, we still do this sh*t for fun
yeah, on my momma this sh*t fun, huh
we don’t even stress, lil n*gga, we them ones
labels talkin’ bags, we gon’ take it how it come
and i still do this for my n*ggas from the dump
yeah i got it on me, still ready for the thump
all the sh*t i did, i feel like it ain’t enough
i don’t even know you, it’s some sh*t i can’t discuss

[verse 2: keez]
aye, these n*ggas speakin’ on my name like i ain’t ran him down
like i ain’t put [?] bullets tryna break it down
get your brother gone, see how well them n*ggas take it now (haha)
he think it’s funny, slidin’ through, we finna chase him down
aye pay attention, that’s the old n*ggas got smacked about
you ain’t get the info, sh*t you stupid, better ask around
brodie h*lla stupid, like to walk around with extra rounds
did my dirt 2015, them n*ggas steppin’ now
aye, i’m from a place where n*ggas say that we ain’t gang wise
you bangin’ on the low, that’s kinda hoe, just know i bang mine
bound to get your stupid ass hit, you try to take sides
start showin’ n*ggas love, once i seen them n*ggas hate die
comin’ for them factors when i’m comin’, catch me stompin’ through
dude is a p*ssy, after school, outside was punkin’ dude
known to get on any sucka n*gga that i run into
n*ggas say they ballin’, you just talkin’, show your funds or proof
[verse 3: whitechalk bodybag]
aye, look, look, we ain’t stressin’ (we ain’t stressin’)
drop thirty and 1, he checkin’ ([?])
[?], brother say it, keep steppin’
been through the rain, now my n*ggas keep blessings
aye, yeah, keep weapons
you could die young, n*gga, go and see reverend
we can’t do the club, ’cause my lil bro reckless
i just did 48 months out in texas (west texas)
a demon, n*ggas need me for protection
been across the country, still do it for my section
knife in every ride, tryna carve him out a necklace
made it home safe, so a n*gga well respected
stay out, lately i been tryna find a way out
stuck up in the trenches, stay away, but i can’t stay out
if it’s about a bag, f*ck it, let me see the layout
a hundred k or better, i’mma leave a n*gga played out

[chorus: lil bean]
rap sh*t gettin’ serious, we still do this sh*t for fun
yeah, on my momma this sh*t fun, huh
we don’t even stress, lil n*gga, we them ones
labels talkin’ bags, we gon’ take it how it come
and i still do this for my n*ggas from the dump
yeah i got it on me, still ready for the thump
all the sh*t i did, i feel like it ain’t enough
i don’t even know you, it’s some sh*t i can’t discuss

- lil bean lyrics

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