Blow His Pack WokEmDown

[Intro]
Uh

[Verse]
Lil Blicky said we need some dope, I called up the plug
So we waited at the bench, off the addy and the dutch
There's a tight feelin' in my throat, Benji, he won't budge
Then we saw the Pontiac, he was speedin' onna clutch
I said "Benji, get the money, Lil Blicky got the grab"
So he pulled up swervin', and he grabbed all the cash
Skrted off, left my brodie out for fuckin' road rash
No clash, all these pussies know that
Couple months later, and we talkin' and shit
I grabbed a blunt, sparked it up, and then walked in this bitch
He said somethin' bout sum goofies, and a coffin and shit
But this gas in my blunt got me coughin' and shit
I said "Benji, wassup, whatchu talkin' about?"
He said "Homie talkin' shit, so we slidin' to his town"
I remember three shots left, I just smoked out the zip
So I was ready if we blowin' brains up outta this clown
Thirty minutes later, and we called up the grab
Ten minutes in, we pulled up to the trap
I said "I'm ready for this pussy" and he walked out the back
I think I'm finna kill sumbody, got the Glock in my lap
He walked up to the Honda, and I looked at him back
Benji gave the damn ignition to the boys inna trap
I said "Give me the admission" and he told me to tap
So I whipped up out the fourty, and I blew out his pack