40 Mins - Hotboii

Tryna stay away from them beans 'cause I don’t think

I heard them say it was beef well okay cool try not to tweak

And ain’t no way in hell this shit’s supposed to make it out the streets

I got eyes everywhere, you ain’t been in your hood in 'bout a week

Like 12 we hit your block we walkin' up and swingin' doors

Since 12 runnin' with glocks how they know 'bout the studio

Now my wrist on coolio

Fuck these bitches, they do the most

I don’t think you deserve no double R, if I go to jail you’ll be ghost

You’ll be gone to the streets where you belong

Say you want beef I don’t care what he on

Free my niggas out the cage till they ding dong

And my niggas in the grave it wont be long

I turnt a pool to a jacuzzi, I jumped in with my heat on me

I got a few loose screws, I spray shit, WD-40

Tryna flex you can’t even afford it

I’m up next and I ain’t even order

I just took some lean put it in a soda

I don’t even be drinkin the shit when I’m rollin'

Told em imma make a wish when you blow it

She can’t even take the dick where you goin

Bury my money with me so I can take it wherever I’m goin

My niggas in postion, put em on they feet the depending on me

You can do it yourself

Gotta make sure my momma don’t ever lose no hair

Yeah you was down at the beginning but it don’t matter

Yeah 'cause as soon as I got booked you flipped the chapter

Tryna stay away from them beans 'cause I don’t think

I heard them say it was beef well okay cool try not to tweak

And ain’t no way in hell this shit’s supposed to make it out the streets

I got eyes everywhere, you ain’t been in your hood in 'bout a week

Like 12 we hit your block we walkin' up and swingin' doors

Since 12 runnin' with glocks how they know 'bout the studio

Now my wrist on coolio

Fuck these bitches, they do the most

I don’t think you deserve no double R, if I go to jail you’ll be ghost

(You'll be gone)

It’s a massacre I’m packin' syrup

Backwood packed with purp

I might start a clothing line

We turn niggas ass to merch

Last opp he was down to earth, he got put past the earth

Make me show the police in Orlando how that magic work

Disappear on em, switchin' gears on em

Been got my check up way before corona

I remember spinnin' a 4 door Corolla

I ain’t never duck no smoke I let a nigga get high as they wanna

I pull up like fire up the doja, fire the doja where all the stoners

My bride Fiona I married the green

Life in the swamp was never serene

She 30 like Curry, get wet for the team

Trust in these bitches, that ain’t what it be

Get calls and all whenever you leave

I know you ain’t been in your hood 'bout a week

I don’t need a voucher, I’m good in the streets

I don’t need a voucher, I’m good in the streets

Tryna stay away from them beans 'cause I don’t think

I heard them say it was beef well okay cool try not to tweak

And ain’t no way in hell this shit’s supposed to make it out the streets

I got eyes everywhere, you ain’t been in your hood in 'bout a week

Like 12 we hit your block we walkin' up and swingin' doors

Since 12 runnin' with glocks how they know 'bout the studio

Now my wrist on coolio

Fuck these bitches, they do the most

I don’t think you deserve no double R, if I go to jail you’ll be ghost

(You'll be gone)