2000 Bean

Yeah
Told my nigga this like...year 2000
Kobe, they ass up 4
He pass that bitch to Shaq
Shaq dunk that bitch
Now they up 6
Ha
This that
Yeah
Yeah
Check
It took a boss to show his sauce and show the world how to get it
Game 7 Shaq and Kobe, I pick and roll then I flip it
Ain't replying to niggas or tweets from hoes in they feelings
Half my family drug dealing
But off them highs they made killings
Still tote poles just like missiles
Bullets bless you no tissue
100 round magazine
I'm Covered boy was the issue
Lot of niggas playing foul
Who gave you stripes you not 'fficial
Pocket watching my figures
A get u cropped outta pictures
Drunk talk from hoes I cant listen
Like how he flawless still sinning
This not ya typical ending
This time the bad guy winning
Not the start but all finish
I piss that lil shit you renting
Don't get side tracked by these hoes
She backdoor while you venting
I fucked her face cause she pretty
But onna net so sadity
Poured 4s in wildwoods not Simply's
Exotic drugs, yes they in me
Dashboard still do the dash tell the dicks to come get me
If you aint first you last I shake and bake just like Ricky
I'm not a killer don't tempt me
I just know killers that empty
You aint rich till you filthy
Before you see me you'll feel me
You aint rich til you filthy before you see me you'll feel me
Gang