Ben & Jerry's
Trap with Ben & Jerry's having flavors
Having money come with having haters
I don't run out of gas I run out of favors
Run thru some bags and then run thru some paper
I trust what I see, not what I be hearing
I walk in the spot and now money appearing
Smell good ZaZa in the air if you're near me
This Baby Glock stay with me like I'm it's parent
Couldn't keep a 10 every time I touched it
My mama found my bomb and then she flushed it
Shit was fronted, man that shit got ugly
Got addicted to making plays man I loved it
I done sold a oz about 1,000 times
Came thru dripping like Thousand Island
If yeen talking bout money then yeen my kind
Got OG for the 14 smells like pine
5.7 graduated from the 9's
Perc got me geekin' peepin' thru the blinds
No snakin' me I read between the lines
No sneakin' me cause I see the signs
Smoke the bud while I sip the lines
Make some plays while my bitch design
Ain't switching bitches I'm a stick with mine
All day and night, I'm a get to mine
Better roll your own, yeen hitting mine
It ain't none to say it ain't shit to sign
You know what come with it with a life of crime
I'm a make some shake with this life of mine
Real Wockhardt bout 100 a line
Say you got that drank but we know that you lying
Sprite contaminated, dirty lemon-lime
"This the real one, Bills" I hear it all the time
Rappin' bout Trappin' still throw in some wordplay
I got the trap going up on a Thursday
I know some plugs that done went out the worst way
Blew out his candles like it was his birthday
Real dopeboy everywhere my workplace
Pitchin' these O's I got shooters on first base
She knew that I wasn't normal the first day
She got addicted like dope on the first taste
Trap with Ben & Jerry's having flavors
Having money come with having haters
I don't run out of gas I run out of favors
Run thru some bags and then run thru some paper
I trust what I see, not what I be hearing
I walk in the spot and now money appearing
Smell good ZaZa in the air if you're near me
This Baby Glock stay with me like I'm it's parent
Couldn't keep a 10 every time I touched it
My mama found my bomb and then she flushed it
Shit was fronted, man that shit got ugly
Got addicted to making plays man I loved it
I done sold a oz about 1,000 times
Came thru dripping like Thousand Island
If yeen talking bout money then yeen my kind
Got OG for the 14 smells like pine
Having money come with having haters
I don't run out of gas I run out of favors
Run thru some bags and then run thru some paper
I trust what I see, not what I be hearing
I walk in the spot and now money appearing
Smell good ZaZa in the air if you're near me
This Baby Glock stay with me like I'm it's parent
Couldn't keep a 10 every time I touched it
My mama found my bomb and then she flushed it
Shit was fronted, man that shit got ugly
Got addicted to making plays man I loved it
I done sold a oz about 1,000 times
Came thru dripping like Thousand Island
If yeen talking bout money then yeen my kind
Got OG for the 14 smells like pine
5.7 graduated from the 9's
Perc got me geekin' peepin' thru the blinds
No snakin' me I read between the lines
No sneakin' me cause I see the signs
Smoke the bud while I sip the lines
Make some plays while my bitch design
Ain't switching bitches I'm a stick with mine
All day and night, I'm a get to mine
Better roll your own, yeen hitting mine
It ain't none to say it ain't shit to sign
You know what come with it with a life of crime
I'm a make some shake with this life of mine
Real Wockhardt bout 100 a line
Say you got that drank but we know that you lying
Sprite contaminated, dirty lemon-lime
"This the real one, Bills" I hear it all the time
Rappin' bout Trappin' still throw in some wordplay
I got the trap going up on a Thursday
I know some plugs that done went out the worst way
Blew out his candles like it was his birthday
Real dopeboy everywhere my workplace
Pitchin' these O's I got shooters on first base
She knew that I wasn't normal the first day
She got addicted like dope on the first taste
Trap with Ben & Jerry's having flavors
Having money come with having haters
I don't run out of gas I run out of favors
Run thru some bags and then run thru some paper
I trust what I see, not what I be hearing
I walk in the spot and now money appearing
Smell good ZaZa in the air if you're near me
This Baby Glock stay with me like I'm it's parent
Couldn't keep a 10 every time I touched it
My mama found my bomb and then she flushed it
Shit was fronted, man that shit got ugly
Got addicted to making plays man I loved it
I done sold a oz about 1,000 times
Came thru dripping like Thousand Island
If yeen talking bout money then yeen my kind
Got OG for the 14 smells like pine
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Writer(s): William Burnley
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