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Teejayx6 - Bin Lyrics

Bin Lyrics[Intro]
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[Chorus]
Yeezy boots for the winter, can't rock wheat Timbs (Yeezy boots)
You got a .380, that bitch smaller than a Wheat Thin (Small-ass strap)
Stop actin’ like you out here punchin' with that weak BIN (Fake-ass BIN)
I loaded up my site and made ten the first weekend (No cap)
One of y'all labels email me for a contract (Come on)
Nobody wanna wife that lil’ bitch 'cause she a known rat (Nobody)
I'm really gettin' to the money, that's a known fact (For real)
I see you uppin' dog shit on the 'Gram, but you don't own that (It’s not yours)

[Verse 1]
I know you said you got some loud, but my shit makin’ noise (I know)
It ain't no kids ’round, but you gon' make me bring out the toys (It ain't no lil' kids)
Stop talkin’ crazy, you gon' make me pull up with my boys
My cousin like to fight, he'll beat your head in like Floyd
I hire niggas to come swipe, you can get employed (Come on)
You tried to pull your whip down on my block and your shit got destroyed
I think these iPhones tapped, I'm 'bout to get a 'Droid
Don't bump me out in public, I might pop you 'cause I'm paranoid

[Chorus]
Yeezy boots for the winter, can't rock wheat Timbs (Yeezy boots)
You got a .380, that bitch smaller than a Wheat Thin (Small-ass strap)
Stop actin' like you out here punchin' with that weak BIN (Fake-ass BIN)
I loaded up my site and made ten the first weekend (No cap)
One of y'all labels email me for a contract (Come on)
Nobody wanna wife that lil' bitch 'cause she a known rat (Nobody)
I'm really gettin' to the money, that's a known fact (For real)
I see you uppin' dog shit on the 'Gram, but you don't own that (It's not yours)

[Verse 2]
Don't call me if it ain't about no money, I'm in grind mode (Don't call me)
When I first seen a hundred bands, it had my mind blown (Oh my God)
Punched a flight to Cali, now I'm in a different time zone
I'm really gettin' sick and tired of all you lyin' hoes (I did)
Used to pourin' up this juice, can measure with a blindfold (For real)
You a pussy, boy, you shootin' with your eyes closed (Pussy-ass nigga)
How much I got put in my safe? Only God knows
Cali plug want a feature, I told that nigga to send five O's (Send it through)

[Chorus]
Yeezy boots for the winter, can't rock wheat Timbs (Yeezy boots)
You got a .380, that bitch smaller than a Wheat Thin (Small-ass strap)
Stop actin' like you out here punchin' with that weak BIN (Fake-ass BIN)
I loaded up my site and made ten the first weekend (No cap)
One of y'all labels email me for a contract (Come on)
Nobody wanna wife that lil' bitch 'cause she a known rat (Nobody)
I'm really gettin' to the money, that's a known fact (For real)
I see you uppin' dog shit on the 'Gram, but you don't own that (It's not yours)