I'm a beanie boy
You can't see me boy
I got duffle bags
Like I'm Tity Boi
Run the city boy
F*ck yo' city boy
Tryna diss me boy
I f*cked yo' bitty boy
Oh oh oh oh oh
I got clientele
Oh oh oh oh oh
I got cash for bail
Oh oh oh oh oh
I got hoes for sale
Oh oh oh oh oh
I got gas like Shell
Baby can't you tell
I don't tell no tales
She my side bitch
She gon' wag her tail
5 star hotel
We let 'em in
Ciroc with juice
Coke and Hen
I'm a beanie boy
You can't see me boy
I got duffle bags
Like I'm Tity Boi
My kicks still dirt-y, this money too
If you want beef then, we want it too
I ain't got no time though, I'll send the goons
They ain't scared to kill you, they got nothing to lose
Take care of my dawgs ho, make sure nobody lose
It's SPIFFY! Gang ho, so it's f*ck them other fools
That boy so sad so, he send shots at the crew
But we ain't stressing, we laugh like "who is you?"
Who want smoke?
Who want smoke?
Who want smoke?
At your door
At your door
At your door
At your door
Hit the floor
Hit the floor
Hit the floor
Hit the floor
Who want smoke?
Who want smoke?
Who want smoke?
Who want smoke?
We want the smoke
Want the smoke
Want the smoke
Want the smoke
We want the smoke
Want the smoke
Aye, yeah
We want that
Smoke