Lobster Ravioli w/ The GOAT Cheese

[Intro]
(You know I'm servin' base, bitch, I'm in this bitch with BassKids)
Now if you the kinda bitch that won't go to class
You gon' have a nigga puttin' his foot in your ass
You know what time it is, ho, so stop your trippin'
You love this game, that's why you got with this pimpin'
24/7 I'll serve your ass some game
And now you sprung on me like I'm rock cocaine

[Verse 1: Lil Bean]
I don't like the gossip
Young nigga ridin' foreign, I used to play with Hot Wheels
I just seen her take a half, she say she don't pop pills
If you see us in the club, then you know them Glocks here
Yeah, what's the bottom line?
Most of the time I'm to myself, I get a better vibe
You can tell a nigga fake and look him in his eyes
I've seen a lot of niggas diеd, couldn't swallow pride
And if you ain't talkin' chickens, you get thе runaround
Most of the niggas hatin' on me shop at Clothing Town
We got the crowd goin' crazy, yeah, it's Rolling Loud
Forgot the words to my song, I never wrote 'em down
Yeah, Slingshots, huh, T-Rexes
I've been goin' so crazy they might pee test me
All I need is myself, I don't need extra
I got Marni on Marni, I just keep steppin'

[Chorus: Lil Bean]
Yeah, foreign whips, yeah, pink slips
Yeah, tryna ride the wave, don't get seasick
Yeah, I'm never by myself 'cause I keep blick
A couple niggas not around 'cause I peep shit
These is not DH Gate, these is real Ricks
Don't leave nothin' in your whip 'cause we keep bip
Most of niggas playin' crazy really be bitch
Bro ain't never made a song, he do real skits

[Verse 2: ZayBang]
I like bad hoes, I know some mad hoes
I probably wouldn't even tell you if I had those
A good pace, I'm just goin' with the cash flow
With two guns, I be feelin' like I'm Rambo
Watch the back door, and keep your strap on
These niggas talkin' hella greasy on the tapped phone
A lil' nigga, I be rockin' shit, the strap long
A bad bitch with them goals, she my backbone
She my backbone, she know my cash long
I do this shit for all my brothers that done passed on
I've seen a couple niggas die I never bragged on
And you ain't rockin' real diamonds, them is lab grown
You in the nosebleeds, so I'ma proceed
I did the lobster raviolis with the goat cheese
I know a nigga chasin' pussy, he get no cheese
I gave them people twenty thousand for a new piece
We in a new crib, see, this a new lease
He probably think I'm by myself, I got two three
I call my lil' brother Steph 'cause he shoot threes
And 33, this shit The Land, shit, it's 23
See, we could talk pape', we hittin' all states
And he ain't die from this chopper, he don't walk straight
They probably playin' like it's love, but it's all fake
A face shot, that nigga died in the hallway

[Chorus: Lil Bean]
Yeah, foreign whips, yeah, pink slips
Yeah, tryna ride the wave, don't get seasick
Yeah, I'm never by myself 'cause I keep blick
A couple niggas not around 'cause I peep shit
These is not DH Gate, these is real Ricks
Don't leave nothin' in your whip 'cause we keep bip
Most of niggas playin' crazy really be bitch
Bro ain't never made a song, he do real skits