COFFEE BEAN FREESTYLE
Mama hate the shit that I’m doing tonight
Mama said be careful when you choose to be rude or polite
Mama wanna meet my girls but i never made em a wife
Careful with a girl you can fuck up your life
I be cutting off, like I be chopping the knife
And I look at you odd, when you be telling the price
Mama with the Louis bag and she lookin so nice
Boy I’m on yo head like I be fucking with lice
Uh
Yeah my daddy did him seven right behind a cell
Mama had to raise her kids and did it by herself
And I thank you for that
When I was eight my daddy got out I thank you for that
And fuck the niggas that be talking and turning to traitors
And I be runnin up a check like I’m running for mayor
Look
I be going crazy when I’m getting to the paper
I be viben Michael jackson with the human nature
But mama why
Mama had my lil bro come up when it was July
Every other day I saw him was closer to cry
And every girl I fucked up with cause I told them a lie
Damn
I can never feel complete
But it don’t matter cause I still got me some food to eat
Doing something different everyday and try not to repeat
I don’t stay inside Miami but I’m still packing the heat
Bitch I’m copping everything and yes I do need the receipt
IPhone gang I ain’t fucking with the nexus
Listen to this song when you eating up the breakfast
I ain’t even wanna send a message
Still texting shawty up in Texas

But it don’t really matter
Cause niggas going down but I be going up the ladder
Miami hurricanes you know we always got the swagger
Niggas get me heated but you know I get them madder

Wait
But that ain’t a word
And I be sneaking out and bitches coming to my curb
I love the way my chain hanging over on my shirt
You said you be mad when I’m talking to a bitch you hurt
But I ain’t mad that I didn’t get to fuck you first
And I stay alert
Fake niggas hope they get put in the dirt
Fake, fake niggas hope they get put in the dirt
If lil shawty call you put that bitch on hold
Shout out to my nigga will that was the biggest troll
It’s the summer time but all my ice can make it cold
And that shit is gold

I be cutting off, like I be chopping the knife
And I look at you odd, when you be telling the price
Mama with the Louis bag and she lookin so nice
Boy I’m on yo head like I be fucking with lice
Uh