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jack wit' a bean (session) - lil yachty & juice wrld lyrics

[intro: lil yachty]
yep, yep, yep

[chorus: lil yachty]
i’m jack with a bean (uh)
all my diamonds gleam (uh)
everything that i do, i do for my team (gang)
walkin’ ’round with a glock and it got a beam (uh)
hunnid thousand dollars stuffed inside a n*gga jeans (uh)
b*tch i’m rich, b*tch i’m rich, been rich since a teen (ooh)
b*tch i’m rich, b*tch i’m rich, been rich since a teen (yep)
i’m that n*gga all these new n*ggas wanna be (uh)
and i won’t stop ’til i’m dead at a murder scene (let’s go)

[verse 1: juice wrld]
they can’t k!ll me, i’m invicible (b*tch, i won’t die)
f*ck my school and f*ck my princ*p*l (they can all die)
i ain’t ever get to principles (no)
but thanks to travis i still got the antidote, yeah
i’m gon’ crash the rental (skrrt), codeine in my minute maid (lean)
diamonds on my dental (yeah), b*tch i feel like flava flav (lean)
i don’t use a pencil (yeah), this sh*t comin’ off the brain (lean)
b*tch i need your mental (yeah), b*tch i need that super brain
tell me what you into (yeah), hit me with your info (yeah)
i’ma f*ck you, leave, maybe leave a voice memo (hey, hey, yeah)
i may drop your name on my favorite instrumental (hey, hey, ya dig?)
i may blow you up like a pop with some mentos (hey, hey, yeah)
[chorus: lil yachty]
i’m jack with a bean (uh)
all my diamonds gleam (uh)
everything that i do, i do for my team (gang)
walkin’ ’round with a glock and it got a beam (uh)
hunnid thousand dollars stuffed inside a n*gga jeans (uh)
b*tch i’m rich, b*tch i’m rich, been rich since a teen (ooh)
b*tch i’m rich, b*tch i’m rich, been rich since a teen (yep)
i’m that n*gga all these new n*ggas wanna be (uh)
and i won’t stop ’til i’m dead at a murder scene (let’s go)

[verse 2: lil yachty]
i got six whips (uh), i might buy out phipps (uh)
drop my b*lls in yo’ b*tch, call it “chips and dip”
and i like the lamb’ and the laferrari (yeah, skrt)
i’ll eat mickey d’s before calamari
don’t invite me to your party ’cause i’ll have to pass (pass)
160 on the e*way, i’m about to crash (crash)
oh my god, can i f*ck first before you dash? (dash)
b*tch was ugly, but she still had a big ol’ ass (let’s go)
big guns on me, no paintball (hoo)
send a b*tch home no awol
watch on my wrist, more wet than a waterfall (hoo)
d*ck a b*tch down, then i don’t call
real scumbag, real scumbag, uh
love her, no, she’s a comeback, uh
these new n*ggas my sons that’s facts
these n*ggas lurkin’ ain’t try’na play dad, oh
[chorus: lil yachty]
i’m jack with a bean (oh*oh, uh)
all my diamonds gleam (uh)
everything that i do, i do for my team (gang)
walkin’ ’round with a glock and it got a beam (uh)
hunnid thousand dollars stuffed inside a n*gga jeans (uh)
b*tch i’m rich, b*tch i’m rich, been rich since a teen (ooh)
b*tch i’m rich, b*tch i’m rich, been rich since a teen (yep)
i’m that n*gga all these new n*ggas wanna be (uh)
and i won’t stop ’til i’m dead at a murder scene (let’s go)

[pre*verse: juice wrld]
i just got a new choppa’, it came with a beam
freddy krueger, with that ruger, catch me in your dreams
magic trick, things ain’t really what they seem
all this money don’t mean nothing to me, hold up—
pull up on the scene like hold up
no “free n*gga” but i still roll out, ayy
i’m a roller, i feel like a high roller
cops patroling, you know we out the jam
vvs wrist is frozone, baby, what’s the hold up?

[verse 3: juice wrld]
sippin’ till i throw up, codeine i’ma pour up
n*ggas think they know us, really, it ain’t us(?)
couldn’t k!ll me if they try, yeah*yeah*yeah
i’m sippin’ codeine, b*tch, i’m high, yeah*yeah*yeah
i’m not on nerve, i’m in the sky, yeah*yeah*yeah
you know you can’t f*ck with i, yeah*yeah*yeah
she know i’m not like those other guys, pull up with them poles
here we go, say my name and let ’em know
that’s for show
thought i saw you at the door
this a stick up, you have till the count of 4
empty your pockets, i put that goyard all over my wallets
say you get money, lil’ n*gga, then stop it, ayy
i pull this sh*t out of my pocket, ayy
i c*ck it back and i pop it, run up a check and they run out of options, ayy
told you we get this sh*t rocking
i might take off like i play for the rockets, ayy
i ball out just like the rocket—
ayy, ayy
[pre*verse: juice wrld]
i just got a new choppa’, it came with a beam
freddy krueger, with that ruger, catch me in your dreams
magic trick, things ain’t really what they seem
all this money don’t mean nothing to me, hold up—
pull up on the scene like hold up
no “free n*gga” but i still roll out, ayy
i’m a roller, i feel like a high roller
cops patroling, you know we out the jam
vvs wrist is frozone, baby, what’s the hold up?

[verse 4: juice wrld]
they can’t k!ll me, i’m invicible (b*tch, i won’t die)
f*ck my school and f*ck my princ*p*l (they can all die)
i ain’t ever get to principles (no)
but thanks to travis i still got the antidote, yeah
i’m gon’ crash the rental (skrrt), codeine in my minute maid (lean)
diamonds on my dental (yeah), b*tch i feel like flava flav (lean)
i don’t use a pencil (yeah), this sh*t comin’ off the brain (lean)
b*tch i need your mental (yeah), b*tch i need that super brain
tell me what you into (yeah), hit me with your info (yeah)
i’ma f*ck you, leave, maybe leave a voice memo (hey, hey, yeah)
i may drop your name on my favorite instrumental (hey, hey, ya dig?)
i may blow you up like a pop with some mentos (hey, hey, yeah)

[pre*chorus: juice wrld]
i just got a new choppa’, it came with a beam
freddy krueger, with that ruger, catch me in your dreams
magic trick, things ain’t really what they seem
all this money don’t mean nothing to me, hold up
pull up on the scene like hold up
no “free n*gga” but i still roll out, ayy
i’m a roller, i feel like a high roller
cops patroling, you know we out the jam
vvs wrist is frozone, baby, what’s the hold up?

[chorus: lil yachty]
i’m jack with a bean (oh*oh, uh)
all my diamonds gleam (uh)
everything that i do, i do for my team (gang)
walkin’ ’round with a glock and it got a beam (uh)
hunnid thousand dollars stuffed inside a n*gga jeans (uh)
b*tch i’m rich, b*tch i’m rich, been rich since a teen (ooh)
b*tch i’m rich, b*tch i’m rich, been rich since a teen (yep)
i’m that n*gga all these new n*ggas wanna be (uh)
and i won’t stop ’til i’m dead at a murder scene (let’s go)

- lil yachty juice wrld lyrics

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