Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Bean
Vocals
03 Greedo
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Julian Cannon
Producer
Testi
(Let the beat ride out, Ju)
Yeah, uh, hey
Where I'm from, it's gunshots, this shit get lethal
Everyday I'm puttin' that shit on, look like Easter
Know some hoes who'll set it off, pullin' teeth for us
I just got a brand new FN, meet the reaper, uh
Lil Beaner '03, this that ether
Brand new foreign, peanut butter seats, look like Reese's
See these diamonds, if a **** reach, I got a TNT
Don't wanna fuck, I just want the head if it's decent
I just met her, she just gave me top, cut the bitch off
Big diamonds, this the type of shit that you get killed for
**** flexin', tryna beat your door and got his wrist broke
Bro crazy, he won't even say what all he hit for, yeah, huh
Told her paint the diamonds, I'm forever shinin'
Like a Tony knock off, that **** made in China
Watch when I pull up in that Rolls, I'm tryna change the climate, huh
Baby, I can show you off and put you in designer
I've been carryin' that torch, tell them pass the lighter
They tryna say I'm underground, but I keep gettin' higher
If I catch the right play, then I might retire
Been ridin' 'round in black trucks, lookin' like I'm Biden
Where I'm from, it's gunshots, this shit get lethal
Everyday I'm puttin' that shit on, look like Easter
Know some hoes who'll set it off, pullin' teeth for us
I just got a brand new FN, meet the reaper, uh
Lil Beaner '03, this that ether
Brand new foreign, peanut butter seats, look like Reese's
See these diamonds, if a **** reach, I got a TNT
Don't wanna fuck, I just want the head if it's decent
If she ain't down to spend the night, then I just don't like her
Make her set it off like two dykes and one low rider
All this paper and weed, yeah, we gon' need some more lighters
All this purple drink, yeah, we down to pour some more ice in
Lately in my Burberry, rappers, I ain't no takin'
I been on parole, so I never ever floor bop it
I've been on the ocean goin' hard
Lit up like lighthouse on top of the moutnains
Sent my favorite bitch a postcard
She want my life, like my necklace lit bouncin', ooh
Bitch, I'm drippin' grape jelly, plenty shit they can't tell me, hmm, I hear you
Plenty shit I ain't sellin, Drummer Gang, got eight felons, ooh, ooh, yeah
Where I'm from, it's gunshots, this shit get lethal
Everyday I'm puttin' that shit on, look like Easter
Know some hoes who'll set it off, pullin' teeth for us
I just got a brand new FN, meet the reaper, uh
Lil Beaner '03, this that ether
Brand new foreign, peanut butter seats, look like Reese's
See these diamonds, if a **** reach, I got a TNT
Don't wanna fuck, I just want the head if it's decent
Written by: Adriane Jackson

