[Intro: Benny]
Turn me up some
Benny and Conway, dirty needles
[Verse 1: Benny]
Baggin' up white in the middle of the room
Had me sittin' in Elmira in the middle of June
Where I'm from, niggas is food unless they pick up a tool
I even got it on me when I pick my kids up from school
Shit, street nigga so I live the rules
I was skippin' school, tryin' to get a plug on a brick of food
I get 'em shipped to ya livin' room
One call, I bet they touchdown in N.Y. just like Victor Cruz
The beef new but the pistol used, dippin' through
Stickin' through the window so long they think it's a broom
It's my town, don't get shit confused
You got it misconstrued, none of us wrapped tight, we got missin' screws
Middle finger to the pigs in blue
I have my young nigga aimin' a SIG, right at ya wig and shoot
The street shit too unpredictable
That's why I got pistol [?], and wear it to work like it's a business suit
Fuck you niggas chasin' if it ain't a bag
Wavin' mags, 20 niggas with me wearin' Haitian flags
My homie told me turn the pot down 'fore I break the glass
I'm weighin' powder, smokin' sour from Jamaica Ave
I watched the whole brick take a bath
I seen a dope boy make Benz money and still take a cab
Dope money buried like it's Jimmy Hoffa
Walkin' out of Benihanas, coke on my Baleicagas
An OG'll blow ya shit off for 50 dollars
Half a brick of raw, white as Cyndi Lauper
I'm in the trap eatin' fish and lobster
I like the clips, sip the vodka, Black Sopranos we considered mobsters
Your dough short as Andy Milonakis
She a hood rat, as soon as I fuck her, she a trendin' topic
I load the beam if it's any problems
They expect that from you when you coach the team like you Jimmy Johnson
I move like the Feds really watchin', in New York city shoppin'
That's what they think, nigga, we really coppin'
Look, I know what you really coppin'
You rap the shit, I'm wrappin' a brick look like I'm Milly Rockin'
It take a hundred bands to fill these Robins
And I can rap, trap, stick niggas up, it's way too many options
You hatin' niggas way too busy watchin'
That's why it's on me, army jacket, the semi fittin' in any pocket
For you learn to win you gotta handle defeat
Y'all scared, we prepared if guns jam up in beef
We got extra straps, extra clips layin' on the seat
My plate full, but's that cool 'cause the plan was to eat, let's go
Turn me up some
Benny and Conway, dirty needles
[Verse 1: Benny]
Baggin' up white in the middle of the room
Had me sittin' in Elmira in the middle of June
Where I'm from, niggas is food unless they pick up a tool
I even got it on me when I pick my kids up from school
Shit, street nigga so I live the rules
I was skippin' school, tryin' to get a plug on a brick of food
I get 'em shipped to ya livin' room
One call, I bet they touchdown in N.Y. just like Victor Cruz
The beef new but the pistol used, dippin' through
Stickin' through the window so long they think it's a broom
It's my town, don't get shit confused
You got it misconstrued, none of us wrapped tight, we got missin' screws
Middle finger to the pigs in blue
I have my young nigga aimin' a SIG, right at ya wig and shoot
The street shit too unpredictable
That's why I got pistol [?], and wear it to work like it's a business suit
Fuck you niggas chasin' if it ain't a bag
Wavin' mags, 20 niggas with me wearin' Haitian flags
My homie told me turn the pot down 'fore I break the glass
I'm weighin' powder, smokin' sour from Jamaica Ave
I watched the whole brick take a bath
I seen a dope boy make Benz money and still take a cab
Dope money buried like it's Jimmy Hoffa
Walkin' out of Benihanas, coke on my Baleicagas
An OG'll blow ya shit off for 50 dollars
Half a brick of raw, white as Cyndi Lauper
I'm in the trap eatin' fish and lobster
I like the clips, sip the vodka, Black Sopranos we considered mobsters
Your dough short as Andy Milonakis
She a hood rat, as soon as I fuck her, she a trendin' topic
I load the beam if it's any problems
They expect that from you when you coach the team like you Jimmy Johnson
I move like the Feds really watchin', in New York city shoppin'
That's what they think, nigga, we really coppin'
Look, I know what you really coppin'
You rap the shit, I'm wrappin' a brick look like I'm Milly Rockin'
It take a hundred bands to fill these Robins
And I can rap, trap, stick niggas up, it's way too many options
You hatin' niggas way too busy watchin'
That's why it's on me, army jacket, the semi fittin' in any pocket
For you learn to win you gotta handle defeat
Y'all scared, we prepared if guns jam up in beef
We got extra straps, extra clips layin' on the seat
My plate full, but's that cool 'cause the plan was to eat, let's go
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