Tekst piosenki 'Lord Of The Beans' wykonawcy Lil Yachty

I'ma pop up, mm
I'ma pop up, sixty, uh, uh

I'ma up two hundred racks just because I can
Fuckin' up a sack, with this sack, 'cause a nigga can
I'ma put a dub on your mans, if I don't like his look
Beatin' up that pussy, hit that shit, with an uppercut (go)
Ten cold chains on my neck, like I'm King Tut
Walkin' 'round this bitch, tight shirt, with a lean gut (grrt)
Fuckin' on this bitch, kinda ugly, but, her booty big
Nigga cannot talk to me wrong, fuck who he is (man)
Concrete Boys thirty piece like I'm Ludacris (damn)
Pint flow, sippin' on Wock' in a poncho (ooh)
Not Quavo, but I'm still the head Honcho (yeah)
Gettin' some top, from this bitch, with a monster throat
I saw New York, below freezin', 30K coat (grrt)
Nigga want to rock with the boys, gotta pledge, yo
Lemme get this right, niggas mad, that I fucked they ho (go)
50K cash, to Elon Musk, for a Tesla quote

Invite that bitch straight to the Mansion, just to use the throat
I'm on a PJ gettin' high, you don't know how that go (ayy)
How the fuck that bitch say I wifed her up? I passed her to the bro
Why the fuck you always gettin' high, with nowhere to go? (uh)
Yes, I stay with blue strips, but I'm not a low (ayy)
Peter, Piper, Pepper, I can never kept her
Came here, stick her for the cash, not the lesser (yeah)
Lil bitch, pickin' up my cup, I'm like: Hold on (yeah)
Feel some' like the Hot Boysm I get my roll-on
Tonka truck, fill with the gas, he finna bag it in
Like, the streetlights came on, I'm finna get it in
Yeah, this ho cool, I'm tryna fuck her friend (yeah)
I'm on an island like Ja Rule, we gettin' lit again
Bet a hunnid, she get a burger, not no Benihana
Lean dumper, the rap slow, then the fiends comin'
Gimme the ball, I do great, got a mean jumper (go)

Bitch came in demandin' dick, she's a mean woman (hmm)
Late night, eyes wide open, like I seen somethin' (seen)
I'll take her to the back and get to bussin', bussin'
Told her: Think again, before she think I'm the one to put trust in (go)
Woke up inside a bitch, her head, and started louded cussin'
Should have checked her face, but I was fast, so it was all Gucci
All this ice around my neck, I'm Kristi Yamaguchi
Shoot the bag, that wasn't Za', told that nigga: Sue me (do)
Italian ice mixed with the Wock, ' I'm finna make a smoothie (yeah)
Yeah, that brothers starving
That's my favorite movie (go)
Walk around with Sixty, Sixties, to Legends Jewelry (swipe)
Then on my hip, I guess that's why they think I'm Lil Uzi
Prayin' clips, and now we makin' movies, let's get straight to it
Lord of the Beans
Yeah, this bitch G6, and now she got wings

I'on't worry 'bout these niggas, I just do my thing
I'm on vacation up in Kingston, pour my drink in Ting
I'ma fuck this lil' bitch, I'm on to better things
God amn, she too geeked up, she done took a bean
Mm-hmm, came in this bitch with some rich fiends
Lil' mama, you know you broke as fuck, so why you talk to me?
Me and cousin Skeeter on a boat, we're tryna catch some things
I made my life a dream, just like Dr. King
Me and Boat, got twin rings, nigga, bling, bling
I'm finna get my link a flight, straight from Beijing
I got, red put up, that shit aging
Perc' is for the party, lean for the party
Drink baby voice I'm high, Carti
I paint a nigga with a SIG just like an artist
Vroom, don't be alarmed this Hellcat getting started