Green Bean Fein! ft. Calgory & DYG Cream Lyrics

All about my cream, I'm a green bean getter

Pockets gettin' swole, doin' sit-ups Why you hate me, thinkin' he can do better

You ain't even worth the breath to sit up closet gettin' mad at me, way it throwin

fits up

Bitch, I'm geekin' like a motherfuckin skitzo

Lil' homie gon' hit you with the pistol

This 42 gon' pop him like a pimple

Money over pussy yeah its easy, it's so simple

Money in my pockets, hella old, catchin' wrinkles

Every time you see me, fried, crinkle

That boy tried to run up then he died, delete him

Casper the ghost, John Cena, don't see him

Bando on the come up they be calling me the phenom

Couple people hating but we really don't believe him

Nine on me its gone come in and delete him

I don't fuckin' borrow, yeah, I get my cargo

Straight from Chicago, yeah, it's in my bio

Look, I don't fuckin' backflow, yeah, I get my endo

Blowin' out my window, that's how we win tho

Look, yeah, I fuck with Tahoe's, but that cost a fee tho

Man I need a kilo, it keeps me on my feet ho

Look, D-Y-G comin' up, B-I-G, yeah, we tough Yeah, we runnin' through our bucks,

We ain't givin' no more fucks

All about my cream, I'm a green bean getter

Pockets gettin' swole, doin' sit-ups Why you hate me, thinkin' he can do better

You ain't even worth the breath to sit up closet gettin' mad at me, way it throwin

fits up

Bitch, I'm geekin' like a motherfuckin skitzo

Lil' homie gon' hit you with the pistol

This 42 gon' pop him like a pimple

Like squeeze, pop I just got the shit, like, straight off the top now

I screammm a lot

Calling me a rockstar but shit I like to rock out

Woahhhhhhh

I just changed the flow, now I finna go back in

You hooooeee, switchin' up now, like, bitch, what happened