Off a bean Lyrics – Ken Carson

Read the full Off a bean lyrics by Ken Carson from the album cartunez along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Ken Carson’s music, you can also explore Eaters and Disturbing the peace, two other songs by Ken Carson.

[Intro]
I’m going crazy, I’m going crazy
I’m going crazy, I’m going crazy (Outtatown radio)
I’m going crazy, I’m going crazy
I’m going crazy, I’m going crazy (Hehe)
(A-A-Art Dealer)

[Chorus]
I swag like Dover with this s*it
I sag my pants, shirt oversized, look like my clothes don’t even fit
My chain was swinging in her eyes, she like, “Woah-woah, this n!gga lit”
Can’t let her get a piece of my pocket, she wouldn’t go if I weren’t rich
Where would you be if I weren’t fly? But that’s not the case, I pop my s*it
Spanish b!tch don’t know English, all she know is “Sí, papi”
2025, I’m still pouring purple, yeah, I’m still having Wocky
I worked for everything I got, fu*k you mean I’m being cocky?

[Verse]
I was off a bean, roll up on my jeans
Ain’t got to ask, straight to licking
Can’t waste time, only popping out if it’s about six figures
She don’t waste time, only wine and dine if you a rich, lit n!gga
I was smart with time, had to fall in line, now I’m big bag-getter
I’m off a bean, I want my team championship rings
I put hoes in cars and s*it
I’m in the Rolls with stars and s*it
Widebody, parked this b!tch
I’m in the booth with a drug kit, I got every pill you could name
I got every stick, no aim, I just get low and swing
I’ma swing that stick just like a bat, homerun
Blood on the bottom of my shoes, yeah, but these not Louboutins
Murakami bag, my b!tch so bad, she rocking Louboutins
Miu Miu, Chanel swag, she busting out that JPG dress
Girl, I’m tryna get inside ya, like we (??)
Fu*k you mean? I pop out skinny jeans, yeah and they just stretch
Straight junkies, they shoot up amphetamine, I’m shooting up a check
I got swag from Dover Street Market, these n!ggas can’t dress

[Chorus]
I swag like Dover with this s*it
I sag my pants, shirt oversized, look like my clothes don’t even fit
My chain was swinging in her eyes, she like, “Woah-woah, this n!gga lit”
Can’t let her get a piece of my pocket, she wouldn’t go if I weren’t rich
Where would you be if I weren’t fly? But that’s not the case, I pop my s*it
Spanish b!tch don’t know English, all she know is “Sí, papi”
2025, I’m still pouring purple, yeah, I’m still having Wocky
I worked for everything I got, fu*k you mean I’m being cocky?

[Outro]
I’m off a bean