Want Beef? 2.0

At school I ain't tight

Why the fuck would I go type with opp **** that ain't right?

L462 Gang

At school I ain't tight

So why the fuck would I go type with opp **** that ain't right?

I'm high as a kite, I'm popping Xans through the night

Then crack a opp top like it's Sprite

I'm leaning, no kickstand

You put on your pinny, I load up my semi

Let's meet in the field and blitz then

Catch his ass in traffic, make him do a donut

Tryna skrrt off, got his whip spinning

I got the band and, bitch, I got the mula

Don't look my direction, we guaped up

Walk in the club, all my **** got semis

Don't look at my section, we Glocked-up

Pussy boy thought he was gifted

Well, then treat his ass like a gift, get him boxed up

You snitched on yourself, saying names in your raps

Now you not living out, now you locked up

Lot of money mean a lot of honeys

Pretty bitches on me, I be fucking hoes

War beater and a heart breaker

She can love the dick bit I ain't cuffing hoes

Not a rainbow, I got different color money

Blue strips, fell in love with those

Spinning like Jack in the Box we been cracking the opps

With my shottas we clitchin' poles

Moving around with my gang members

Them the same **** that ain't playing with you

Claiming that's your brother but he snitching

That's the same **** that was spraying with you

How your ass my brother? We got different struggles

Sandbox I wasn't playing with you

Got a little older, moved to the trap house

In fact, I wasn't playing with you

At school I ain't type

So why the fuck would I go type with opp **** that ain't right?

I'm high as a kite, I'm popping Xans through the night

Then crack a opp top like it's Sprite

I'm leaning, no kickstand

You put on your pinny, I load up my semi

Let's meet in the field and blitz then

Catch his ass in traffic, make him do a donut

Tryna skrrt off, got his whip spinning

Choppa be singing, that bitch can hit C notes

Save my bro like a hero

Shooting at villains, drum come with a 50

We blowing this bitch till it's zero

And that fuck shit, I can't fuck with

I see through these **** like a peephole

Tooth Fairy came every night, I was stuffing the racks in my pillow

I got bands, bitch, but still clutching that tool

And it blow like a motherfucking fan, bitch

What you sayin', bitch? Heard you talk out your neck

Put this tool in your throat, let it blam, bitch

And I ain't lying, bitch, L462 we be spraying shit

Peanut butter 'cause that's where we get a opp jammed quick

Told the plug I want Ps, and we pulled up six deep

Man, his ass should've know we wasn't paying shit

Hoppin' out on my lil slaughter shit

Glocky on me, I'ma slide a bitch

Geekin' on Xanax and molly, bitch

Mixing the Act' with my Sprite and shit

.30 on me it ain't tucked

I just might stick up the plug

I just been doing these jobs

Mixing the Sprite with the mud

At school I ain't type

So why the fuck would I go type with opp **** that ain't right?

I'm high as a kite, I'm popping Xans through the night

Then crack a opp top like it's Sprite

I'm leaning, no kickstand

You put on your pinny, I load up my semi

Let's meet in the field and blitz then

Catch his ass in traffic, make him do a donut

Tryna skrrt off, got his whip spinning