Brooke & Brittney ft. Lil Beans Lyrics

Hopped out the white Benz

In my black timbs

Live it up, cause this life short

Like a acronym

Bossed up a heart broke bitch

Now she bad again

Brodie said this rap money slow

He finna trap again

Remember them niggas tried to rob me, so I cannot lack again

Me and Joule, on a 2-man

With the baddest twins

Them bitches turned me down, that's the shit that turnt me up

Went through pain, ain't wanna talk, so I turned to double cup

Turned a 5 to 10, I had to double up (CASH!)

It's time to flex on these niggas, I got my muscle up (CASH!)

Who you think you fooling, like I'm Gunna, Wheezy

Me and Ski, running shit, this shit too easy (Ski, Ski)

I just called my girl a bitch, she say I'm so demeaning

And these niggas switching sides, but I don't know the reason

And my word above all, I'm rapping like I'm Jesus

They say my raps saved they life, they say that I be preaching

I told her call me Beans, she wanna call me Keenan

I also told her that I love her, but I ain't even mean it

Don't rock no tennis shoes, I want some tennis chains, my life serene

I pulled up all white and dropped the top, they call me Mr. Clean

You know it's on sight whenever I see you nigga, fuck you mean

I be talking shit, I break it down, they still like what you mean

I can't trust a soul, who stabbed my back got shot by Ricky

Keep that shit 100 with me, probably count up 50

Made her touch her toes and never texted her back, I'm silly

It's just me and Beans we got some twins named Brooke & Brittney

If I'm sipping mud, its probably wock, it ain't no trissy

These niggas claim they bad boys, they probably run with Diddy

Like I just touched some honey man my fingers always sticky

Exotic my aroma and its kush all in my kidneys

These bitches claim they barbies but I swear my bitch a brat

Like I'm beefing with the opps but I don't do the tit for tat

I can't never love a hoe, I swear that I'm in love with racks

I can't never trust a soul, 9 outta 10 these niggas rats

Fllllllll, Fllllllll, Fllllllll, Fllllllll

Sound like brodie cut the fan on

Zaza got me handicap but for the bands I'm hands on

I can't trust a bitch, I'm always fucking in the friend zone

Never seen a bitch I need or business that they stand on