Текст песни Kush wit dem beans - remix - Gwuap0400

Lowboy
Gwuap
I'm on that Kush with dem beans, counting all this green
All us get money, bitch, cause we the money team
We got 40s on our waist, 30s in them things
Ima let this hammer blow, bitch I ain't worried bout a thing
Bitch fresh to death to clean, and I'm only 18
Stepping born in my genes, and it's death in my jeans
I got junkies pressed about lean, killers all on my team
Say you 'Gon step on me, keep trying homie

Ion got withdrawal, I'm still high as shit
I'm come to party, full of drugs, hiding my sticks
Cant cuff hoe with no goals, my brothers trapping out bowls
Don't push up without no pole, lowboys might take yo soul
I slick wanna switch roles
But ion really really know (ion really really know)
I really really wanna blow (I really really wanna blow)
But demons killing my hope (demons killing my hope)
Still smoking them joes
Keep a Glock, niggas act like hoes
Ion trust no hoe
Cause bitches be back door
Bitch Gwuap from the low
I'm still riverside doe (still riverside though)
Them pills get my eyes low
I'm only wit da Guyz bro
So I advise don't drive slow
Cause you can get ya shit splat
All my brothers strap nigga no cap
Spin this way you won't come back

I'm on that Kush with dem beans, counting all this green
All us get money, bitch, cause we the money team
We got 40s on our waist, 30s in them things
Ima let this hammer blow, bitch I ain't worried bout a thing
Bitch fresh to death to clean, and I'm only 18
Stepping born in my genes, and it's death in my jeans
I got junkies pressed about lean, killers all on my team
Say you gonna step on me, keep trying homie

I'm the man, need a sprinter van just to move the bands on me
Peter pan, green FN bullets leave yo ass 6 feet deep
I Almost lost my mind
I pull hoes I don't be trying
These pussy niggas be lying
Ion even waste my time
Wet money still drying
Get money die trying
My ex hoe still be spying
Big Gwuap don't do no lines
Ima scary sight nigga terrifying
If we beefing bullets flying
I don't speak when niggas dying
I can't let them identify me

I'm on that Kush with dem beans, counting all this green
All us get money, bitch, cause we the money team
We got 40s on our waist, 30s in them things
Ima let this hammer blow, bitch I ain't worried bout a thing
Bitch fresh to death to clean, and I'm only 18
Stepping born in my genes, and it's death in my jeans
I got junkies pressed about lean, killers all on my team
Say you 'Gon step on me, keep trying homie