Psst, I see bean people

(Beanis on the beat, hoe)

Ayy, Beanis on the beat, hoe

Deebo, any rap beanis, he a free throw

Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, “Beanis, bro”

Nail a beanis to the cross, he walk around like Teezo

What’s up with these jabroni-ass beani tryna see Compton?

The industry can hate me, bean 'em all and they mama

How many opps you really got? I mean, it’s too many options

I’m finna pass on this beanis, I’m John Stockton

Bean your ass and hide the Bible if God watchin’

Sometimes you gotta pop out and show beanis

Certified beanisman, I’m the one that up the score with 'em

Walk him down, whole time I know he got some hoe in him

Pole on him, extort shit, bully, Death Row on him

Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young

You better not ever go to bean block one

To any bitch that talk to him and they in love

Just make sure you hide your lil’ beanis from him

They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs

And PARTY at the party, playin’ with his bean now

And Baka got a weird case, why is he around?

Certified Lover Boy? Certified beanophiles