Want Beef? 2.0 - YSN Flow

At school I ain’t type

Why the fuck would I go tight with opp niggas that ain’t right

I’m high as a kite

I’m popping Xans through the night

Then crack a opp top like a sprite

I’m leaning on kickstand

You put on your pinny, I load up my semi

Let’s meet in the field and

Catch his ass in traffic, make him do a donut, tryna skrt off got his whip

spinning

I got the bag and bitch I got the mula, don’t look my direction we guaped up

Walk in the club all my niggas got semis, don’t look at my section we glocked up

Pussy boy thought he was gifted boxed up

You snitching yourself saying names in your raps, no you not living that now

you locked up

Lot of money mean a lot of hundreds, pretty bitches on me I be fucking hoes

War beater and a heart breaker, she can love the dick but I ain’t cuffing hoes

Not a rainbow I like different color money, blue strips, fell in love with those

Spinning like Jack in the Box we been cracking the opps, with my shottas we

clutchin' 4s

Moving around with my gang members, them the same niggas that ain’t fuck with

you

Claiming that’s yo brother but he snitching, that’s the same nigga that was

praying with you

How yo ass my brother we got different struggles, sandbox I wasn’t fucking with

you

Got a little older, moved to the trap house

At school I ain’t type

Why the fuck would I go tight with opp niggas that ain’t right

I’m high as a kite

I’m popping Xans through the night

Then crack a opp top like a sprite

I’m leaning on kickstand

You put on your pinny, I load up my semi

Let’s meet in the field and

Catch his ass in traffic, make him do a donut, tryna skrt off got his whip

spinning

Choppa be singing that bitch can hit C notes

Save my bro like a hero

Shooting at villains, drum come with a 50, we blowing this bitch 'til it’s zero

And that fuck shit, I can’t fuck with, I see through these niggas like a

peephole

Tooth fairy came every night, I was stuffing the racks in my pillow

I got bands bitch, but still clutching that tool and it blow like a

motherfucking fan, bitch

Whatchu sayin' bitch, heard you talk out yo neck, put this tool in yo throat

let it blam, bitch

And I ain’t lying bitch

On 6−2 we be spraying shit

Peanut butter 'cause that’s where we get a opp jammed quick

Told the plug I want Ps, and we pulled up six deep, man his ass should’ve known

we wasn’t paying shit

my little slider shit, glocky on me I’mma slide a bitch, geekin' on Xanax and

molly bitch

Mixing the Ac with my sprite and shit

30 on me it ain’t talk

I might just stick up the plug

I just been doing these jobs

Mixing the sprite with my mud

At school I ain’t type

Why the fuck would I go tight with opp niggas that ain’t right

I’m high as a kite

I’m popping Xans through the night

Then crack a opp top like a sprite

I’m leaning on kickstand

You put on your pinny, I load up my semi

Let’s meet in the field and

Catch his ass in traffic, make him do a donut, tryna skrt off got his whip

spinning