Lil Beans - Chip on My Shoulder

I been balling so damn hard I fucked my wrist up
I ain’t number two bitch I been the one
Talking all that shit’ll get yo bitch fucked
And they really talking shit but I won’t get touched
With my bros and you know that we some stoners
Piss all on my wrist feel like homer
I’m fucking up my liver need a donor
Monkey on my back chip on my shoulder
Pass me the blunt, I gotta Chief it
Ghosted the blunt man I know that you seen it
I’m a Wizard baby ball like Gilbert Arenas
I am allergic baby girl no I cannot eat it
I feel like the King man the way I just BeatIt
Gave her my number, aw damn it deleted
She give me that pussy like life saver
I can’t hit it now save it like a now and later
You can’t eat wit a nigga if you ain’t starve wit a nigga
And I stay with that pack like Brett Favre lil nigga
Better think twice before you try and cross me lil nigga
Love my bro’s they been wit me since a snotty lil nigga
Going up and they just trynna knock me lil nigga
Heard the feds looking for me lock me lil nigga
No I won’t put no perky’s in my body lil nigga
And these bitches on my cock I’m a cocky lil nigga
I been balling so damn hard I fucked my wrist up
I ain’t number two bitch I been the one
Talking all that shit’ll get yo bitch fucked
And they really talking shit but I won’t get touched
Wit my bros and you know that we some stoners
Piss all on my wrist feel like homer
I’m fucking up my liver need a donor
Monkey on my back chip on my shoulder
Some of the bros changed up
Now I got my change up,
And these hoes changed up
I had to hit her out the park brodie threw a change up
Free my motherfucking Unc I got my nigga chained up
Wanted to rap they told me keep dreaming
Feel like I’m Juice baby girl you giving me a feeling
Even tho I miss you baby I don’t wanna see you
Keeping my distance baby girl and it’s just for a reason
Imma knock a grill out if I see a opp cheesin'
I’m an animal baby hell nah I ain’t a cheetah
Latina in the kitchen and she cooking quesadillas
I don’t know what she was saying think her name Rosita
Man I’m trynna get to this bread and it’s something like pita
Feel like Jordan get that bag even when I got a fever
And she like the way I hit her she told a nigga to go deeper
And these hoes catching my balls like a motherfucking keeper
I been balling so damn hard I fucked my wrist up
I ain’t number two bitch I been the one
Talking all that shit’ll get yo bitch fucked
And they really talking shit but I won’t get touched
Wit my bros and you know that we some stoners
Piss all on my wrist feel like homer
I’m fucking up my liver need a donor
Monkey on my back chip on my shoulder

Written by:
Keenan Johnson

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