CITASON X BNERKID

[Intro: EBK Jaaybo]
(Ayy, Ecko, turn this beat off if I ain't trippin' on it)

[Verse 1: Lil Yee]
Ayy, turnt the fuck up I can't turn down, uh, uh
You know this bitch'll get burnt down
A nigga touch a hair on one of mines, it's my concern now
If you ain't with the step, step, step, you better learn how

[Verse 2: Lil Bean & Lil Yee]
Big shit, BenoWrld, I mix it with the Ricky, diamonds hittin', huh
Hit my cuz, he got an iPhone in penitentiary
I told my bitch show me what she wearin', send a picture
I told you I can boss your life up, just gotta listen (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 3: Lil Yee]
What the fuck I look like goin' half with the bitch?
I been havin', I'm Mr. Still Having This Shit
My jeans fourteen hundred, on the back, they got a rip
And this a binary Glock 22, not a switch
Ayy, oversized Rick, plain Jane wrist
Four ounce of Tris got my higher than a bitch
Ayy, I'm runnin out of Louis, so many bags I might trip

[Verse 4: Lil Bean]
Runnin' out in Louis, uppin' dogshit, I'm Mike Vick
Huh, '90s baby, run a hundred up in joggers 'fit
She like Louis bags, I can't even lie, I bought a few
You a street nigga, hangin' with a rat, ain't honorable
I'm like Peyton Manning, I can "Omaha" an audible
Niggas dick ridin', tryna ride the wave, carnival
If it's really up, you wouldn't even throw a water boil
Lose someone you love, it feel like you lose a part of you

[Verse 5: Lil Yee]
Ayy, 'scuse me my name is Citason, pardon you
Ayy, G63, I pull up, I'm parking you
You gotta have some money and some hustle and some heart in you
You see these scars on my flesh? Yeah, this what a war'll do
I'm a chopper boy, these 7.62's will pardon you

[Verse 6: Lil Bean]
You know hate a disease, they still don't got a cure for it
When she give me top, she arch her ass up, I'm here for it
I'm from Ray Street, but now they see my face on Billboard
Glock 23, put a hole in them Air Jordans

[Verse 7: Lil Yee]
If you ain't tryna get no money, tell me what you here for
If you talk less, you know you can probably hear more
Another opp got poof, his niggas don't care for him
'Cause they never tried to get back, what type of shit is that?

[Verse 8: Lil Bean]
Bitch called me, went straight to voicemail, I'm airborne
When you come and see me, turn your phone off, I'm paranoid
I just bought a Glock from my white boy in Gilroy
I could make a killin', put me right there in the Tenderloin (Yeah)