YTN BUBS - New Bins (feat. 11hunnidju) Lyrics

Beans from the old sauce them bitches still hittin' I can go back to the tenor I can get
It in the mittin' On the road with my reader f*ck a job I'm
A cheater Hit the plate out the ballpark call me Derek
Jeter I got a four and my pop got a belly like Peter

I put the stock on a chopper get the ciggin' like a wreath
I got the socks what you know about it
Good bands too I'm on the club gettin' dumps Track ones and track twos I just copy and
Paste Sun like a tattoo make a stop at the bank

Finna send a play through it's a lot for the thing
Money on my schedule I'm on the top of the rank
Think I'm on a pedestal I got a fire lil' bitch
But I know she pick and choose how I fire that bitch

If I catch her breakin' rules I keep a Glock with the switch
I do ten before I see the morgue
Glass heights and reds and new scripts I got the hood on lock
Double cup of green I'm finna pour it in the cherry pop

Niggas said it's beef but play my song he a scary op
Hoppin' out the whip without the ski to see the body drop
Button on the back of the gun bitch this is not a Glock
I get a thrill every time my niggas blick Snick say

We got sticks look like wicks catch me slidin' with some Haitians
Get another fire bend another sight and then we on again
Testin' out the gun I miss my shot then I'ma blow again
Tiff you off the drink but I'm on point cause I just threw a ten

Throw a love to the plug cause the pack just came through again
Take it to the rack I'm like Tyree cause I can switch the hand
Niggas said that they can't send a shot but they shoot like Ben
Hatin' on the gang against the grain and you will never win

Hatin' on the gang you will never win
That shit I been through made me a man I still spin again
That shit up in my blood pops used to sell drugs methamphetamines
My bitch know I ain't shit but she'll still get on her knees

I ain't gotta post a pic I'm livin' life barely post a pic
I'm plottin' on my transfer to clear it was instant sync
I love to see the money double up I'm tryna triple it
I take a loss I get it back I never see the difference

My people know I'm goin' hard for the bad predicament
I just punched my whole cart usin' richer increments
I can choose one dumb got good Ben's I'll never tell
I just learned to love trick and f*ck around the cash that my zeal

Bitch suck me so good she eat kids I know she goin' to hell
Bitch suck bitch suck good she eat kids I know she goin' to hell
I just learned to love trick and f*ck around the cash that my zeal
Bitch suck bitch suck good she eat kids I know she goin' to hell