Kidd Adamz - Baked Beanz

212's hit the block down, yeah,
I was broke now I got the knots out, yeah,
We don't fuck around hit your block down, yeah,
Let me show you what a nigga 'bout now, yeah,
Smoke a lot of green now I'm faded,
Pop me a bean, let it bake,
Pop me a bean & I skate,
I want them mil's on my plate,

I know lil' bitch want the pipe,
Lil' bitch gon' trip on the height,
Nigga talk greasy, alright, (it's cool),
Shoot up your partner on site, (brttt, brttt!),
My bitch fucked your bitch like a dyke,
She brought her back for the night,
Shit on the seats, it look nice,
Shawty she creamed on the knife,
Smokin' on gas, think I'm parachute high,
Bad lil' bitch with the Bantu knots,
Pull up on your hoe in a brand new drop,
Inked to her feet she a tattoo thot,
I just fucked her once, she was down for the ride,
Pussy so wet almost drowned in the car,
Shawty like to pull strings
Like she playin a guitar,
So I pulled up on the bitch
With a brand new broad,
Niggas still trap I ain't got to touch work,
Smokin' on kush with a Powerpuff girl,
Bills real low had to count it up more,
Broom sweep your block like a janitor,
Don't know what I'm on,
Just pulled a strong arm,
Like motherfuck a bond,
Nigga hittin' licks, got to plan it up,
Jumpin' out the coupe like a trampoline,
Nigga charged up like a battery,
Smokin' 93 octane gasoline,
Bad lil' baby & she Japanese,
Money too good can't save that bitch,
Told her I'm broke can't pay that bitch,
I don't do beef, I don't play that shit,
My nigga might say let's spray that shit with the,

212's hit the block down, yeah,
I was broke now I got the knots out, yeah,
We don't fuck around hit your block down, yeah,
Let me show you what a nigga 'bout now, yeah,
Smoke a lot of green now I'm faded,
Pop me a bean, let it bake,
Pop me a bean & I skate,
I want them mil's on my plate,

I feel like takin' a trip,
I'm all on top of my enemies takin' a shit,
I just got paid for a lick,
I can't be breakin' no bread for no favors & shit,
I got a play, let's get rich, (huh, yeah),
They wish I could save 'em & shit,
Want that brand new Mercedes on twins,
Want that demon on new Forgi rims,
I fuck with some Locs & some Brims,
I could get some dope from my kin,
I feel like I'm chosen to win,
So this where I'm supposed to begin,
And this how I'm supposed to ascend,
Spend 50 thou' get my cuz' out the pen,
They wasn't focused, I'm fixin' the lens,
And then I just do it again & again,
I cannot help it,
Got me some bread & I'm feelin' myself,
I remember no one was willing to help,
Thuggin' like I never been in a jail,
Got the pack comin' in like it live in the mail,
Yea, smokin' that gas & it's chemicals,
Pack by the pound & it's plentiful,
My dog got that MK it finish you with the 2-,

212's hit the block down, yeah,
I was broke now I got the knots out, yeah,
We don't fuck around hit your block down, yeah,
Let me show you what a nigga 'bout now, yeah,
Smoke a lot of green now I'm faded,
Pop me a bean, let it bake,
Pop me a bean & I skate,
I want them mil's on my plate,

Written by:
Van-Adam Pierre

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