Beans and tuna 2.0

Lyrics

“Beans & Tuna” (Drake hook vibes into Wayne/Nicki style verses) [Intro – mellow Drake-style] Yeah… Beans and tuna in the group chat, twenty deep and still active Talk reckless every morning like ESPN but way less classy Fantasy football turn brothers into lifelong enemies But every season got one truth… Whoever bodied SPF in a trade probably winnin’ the league ⸻ [Hook] Beans and tuna, phones buzzin’ all night Covid Fortnite, we was livin’ online Call outta work like “yeah boss I’m sick” Whole squad droppin’ Tilted till six Sal yellin’ loud, Stevie screamin’ back SPF and Doyle hidin’ underneath the map Buildin’ cones while the whole fight crack Beans and tuna, yeah the squad like that Whoosh… make it whoosh when we step inside Flockin’ ya like Serge Ibaka, everybody slide Fantasy trades got the friendships fried But whoever fleeced SPF got the chip by July ⸻ [Verse 1 – Lil Wayne style energy] Ayo, Thunderdome league, every Sunday get wicked Somebody post projections then immediately get clipped quick SPF swear every trade “got value attached” Then two weeks later everybody laughin’ in the chat Doyle text paragraphs like he Adam Schefter Vern react with one emoji somehow make it hurt extra Sal crashin’ out over waivers at midnight Stevie T in the comments like “bro this collusion ain’t right” Meanwhile the silent legends always present every day Chris Greco in the chat but got nothin’ to say Chris Plate read receipts, never join the debate Just spectatin’ all the chaos like it’s destiny and fate And shoutout Paul Schuman, 2025 champ Walked through the league like Brady in Tampa Thunderdome trophy sittin’ high on the mantle Now everybody comin’ for the crown and the scandal ⸻ [Bridge – Drake melodic] Back in Covid days… Nobody worked anyway… Fortnite till the sunrise Headsets on, hearin’ moms yell “go outside” But we stayed in the lobby runnin’ squads every night Sal and Stevie screamin’ like it’s real-life fights While SPF and Doyle underground terrified Just buildin’ cones side by side tryin’ to survive ⸻ [Verse 2 – Nicki style bounce] LA Fitness fours, yeah the beans outside Vern got the long arms, reverse layups never glide SPF with the scoop move lookin’ kinda wild Miss it off the glass then blame the ball every time Doyle in the paint, big body, set the screen Can’t move him down low, lookin’ like a human tree Stevie T sniper from the top of the key Hit three straight shots then immediately can’t breathe Ten minutes in, hands on knees, lungs hurt Still callin’ next game while draggin’ feet in the dirt Talk crazy in the group chat, everybody chirp Then dap it up after ‘cause that’s family first ⸻ [Hook – bigger finish] Beans and tuna, phones buzzin’ all night Fantasy football got us ready to fight Whoosh… make it whoosh when the squad outside Flockin’ ya like Serge Ibaka when we slide Covid Fortnite really made us brothers Even when we yellin’, wouldn’t trade one another And the league got one truth everybody knows— If SPF got cooked in the trade… that team goin’ to the bowl ⸻ [Outro – soft Drake-style] Yeah… Beans and tuna forever Same chat, same chaos Same boys… just older now.