40 in My Jeans

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Beat By Jeff, ain't it?
Ayy, yeah, ayy, gang gang, ayy
Ayy, let me hear that ho Jeff

[Chorus]
Walk into the store, I got a .40 in my jeans
I don't want your ho, I'm just gon' get her off a bean
Most these rappers broke, this shit ain't really what it seems, ayy
And most of these rappers scary, they scared of my team

[Verse 1]
You ain't rappin' 'bout nothin', you ain't goin' through shit
You might keep a stick but you ain't blowin' shit
Y'all niggas peon, y'all be doin' dumb shit
Every time you see us we got guns and shit
I done hit bitches they ain't think I would hit
All of these bitches want money and dick
Double cup me, I just poured up a fifth
Play and get wrapped like a motherfuckin' gift
Give 'em hell, Splurge
Keep juggin' them bales Splurge
They like "Boy, you higher than a bitch"
You can't even spell Splurge
I did this shit first
I look up, it feel like I'm cursed
Punch me in, I ain't writin' no verse
Stop rappin' that shit you rehearsed
They like "Damn, why you ain't got no tape?"
This clap shit rap shit here for the fake
I like wearing Gucci but don't fuck with snakes
I keep that gang with me, gotta be safe
I move like the president
Break down the door, put the settlements
Want your love, not affectionate
Pour up the drink on some Texas shit

[Chorus]
Walk into the store, I got a .40 in my jeans
I don't want your ho, I'm just gon' get her off a bean
Most these rappers broke, this shit ain't really what it seems, ayy
And most of these rappers scary, they scared of my team
Walk into the store, I got a .40 in my jeans
I don't want your ho, I'm just gon' get her off a bean
Most these rappers broke, this shit ain't really what it seems, ayy
And most of these rappers scary, they scared of my team

[Verse 2]
I can look at a bitch and make her faint
In the trap playin' GTA, feelin' like Frank
They all on my dick, I might move out of state
I be runnin' the bands, gotta stay in shape
Close that door behind you
Pull up, get served like a drive-thru
Watch Boyz n the Hood, not Caillou
If I'm doin' down bad can I call you?
Will your lil' bitch ass pick up?
Your ho goin' wide, need to go pick your bitch up
D in there fightin', finna go and pick the stick up
Got too many P's we be tryna get rid of
Yeah we in the stu' off an X, oh
No hugs and kisses, no X's and O's
Call Trapboy Sean 'cause I need me a bow
Sell it for high 'cause I got it for low, ooh

[Chorus]
Walk into the store, I got a .40 in my jeans
I don't want your ho, I'm just gon' get her off a bean
Most these rappers broke, this shit ain't really what it seems, ayy
And most of these rappers scary, they scared of my team
Walk into the store, I got a .40 in my jeans
I don't want your ho, I'm just gon' get her off a bean
Most these rappers broke, this shit ain't really what it seems, ayy
And most of these rappers scary, they scared of my team