YBG Guwop, YBG Beans - Cool Kids, Pt. 2

Beans
Run this shit up i want a million in the vault
Cut off the lights i was left up with my thoughts
I seen the light and i jumped out from the dark
And all these demons man i gotta cut em off
Not in the court but my dawg taking charges
Took a knee in the field like Kapernick had options
Went to sleep woke up saw the Angels calling
Green on my jersey like a spartan
Yeeeaaah
Humble nigga i got a check and starting taunting
I call up Tae and we gon ride out in some Chargers
Bring out them shots Dr. Miami
Went deep for nut but my bitch aint Sandy
That clip long it look like Bambi
And YBG you know that's family
I go to war for my granny
Yeeah
But right before we win these Grammy's
Yeeaah
I gotta watch out for my fake friends
Zaza runtz did some healing
My love and trust it went missing
I call up 4x like what's popping
Permanent grills i aint doing talking
It's YBG against the wooorrrlldd
I guess we the trending topic
I guess we catching bodies
It's another homi
I'm the safety do you read me
Yeah
Roll up a pack and take it to the face
Surrounded by the fakes i feel out of place
New engine in the whip i'ma do the race
Cant take a loss i only know a first place
Beans and Lique the shooters yeah they from the Chase
Only eating five star meals i say my grace
I wanted fame but this aint just what i thought
I spent on bag on clothes and don't even know what i bought
I saw my cousin in the kitchen whipping pots
I'm hitting Vegas you can catch me on the slots
Watching for snakes so i had to cop a Glock
We not the Warriors but we always shooting shots
In Miami having parties on a yacht
In these Amiri's yeah you know i keep a knot
In my hood i'm the coolest on the block
In my hood i'm the coolest on the block
YBG yeah we the coolest on the block
YBG yeah we the coolest on the block
YBG yeah we the coolest on the block

Written by:
Cavette Hazelwood, Khalil Naughton

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