Beans & Magazines lyrics - Chief Keef

Go, go, go, go, go, bang (Sos' baby)

Throw you some shells

I got that arm, ay

Unleash the beast

And that be my charm, ay

Hop in my American whip

Hop out the foreign

'Fore you call the police

I'm already gone, ay ay

Pop out the Miss, ay, hop out a bitch

Was broke, but damn man I'm rich, ay, tryna catch me a fish, ay

Lookin' like I hit a lick, so much horse and kick

This bitch like a Ferrari, ay, boy, we ain't fakin' no funk

I was like 8 with a gun, pour ace up but I'm the one

When I take KayKay to the lunch, I tell her to get what she want, ay

We stakin' out on a beef, we comin' out like a leak, we comin' outta the tree

I'm comin' outta the V, turn up the passenger seat, ay

Hand me a light, let's get ready to ride, all this ice I'ma catch frost bite

If you sneak diss, you can catch me outside, if you sneak diss, then you know it's on sight, ay

Girl, we ain't a couple you can't hold my hand and these dirty ass niggas can't hold my bands, ay

Too many blunts, my eyes bloodshot red, steady hearin' voices in my head

Throw you some shells

I got that arm, ay

Unleash the beast

And that be my charm, ay

Hop in my American whip

Hop out the foreign

'Fore you call the police

I'm already gone, ay ay

Young nigga, from the bottom

Oh, got me, like I got me

Wrist rocky, pockets stocky

And we got beans and magazines

Send me in the wilderness

And I'm coming out with Scars

Water well it might be a shark

Baby what caught your eye it might be my ring

And you know this the 50 feet, step in this ring

I'm flexing like I'm stone cold Steve Austin

She wanna ride me like yeehaw

I'm 'bout my bread, pita

Wanna relax with the seat back

Tint so dark you can't see past

Just had a talk with my ego

Got more more shelves than The Home Depot

Throw you some shells

I got that arm, ay

Unleash the beast

And that be my charm, ay

Hop in my American whip

Hop out the foreign

'Fore you call the police

I'm already gone, ay ay

Young nigga, from the bottom

Oh, got me, like I got me

Wrist rocky, pockets stocky

And we got beans and magazines