crazy+beno!
(What should I tell your men when they find out you're gone?)
(I'll be back)
Slide em up, yea woah
Slide up em up, him his gang, line em up
We got choppas light em up, 762's bite 'em up
We got flashes, shine em up, we got heaters, fry em up
And I told bro huh let me floor it
It's a brand new Porsche lemme floor it
That blicky gon' up let it torch then I floor it
When I step in my hood lil' bro I'm important
Keep talkin' yo shit twin I'm finna ignore it
When you step in yo hood you really a tourist
Snow bunny on me tryna pour it
She goldilocks, she want a sip of this porridge
Yo life can get muhfuckin' shortened if you an informant
I'll dump yo ass off in the forrest
The bullshit I never been for it
I got an assortment of guns and I got reinforcements
All this baby talk guess he got courage
Bro I don't prefer it I'll kill ya lil ass no abortion
My aim it improve by performance
Yo drip from endorsements I'll send yo fly ass into orbit where Santa flew nigga
Bitch I'm in all black no Boris the Animal nigga
When she suck me up, she slurp like a Danimal
She eat me up that girl turn to a cannibal
When it's my turn bitch I guess I'm a cannibal nigga
Eatin' a cannibal
My fits be fire as shit hella flammable
Nigga when you play yo track it ain't jammable
So low key I get it's understandable, why you'd wanna see me go
You in the studio for hours I did this in one take I told em r.i.p. Migo (Huh)
You niggas be meat suckin', back hand from me'll fuck up a mosquito huh
Feel like a vamp when I put on this (Fuck)
Feel like a vamp when I put on this playboy beanie I'm crazy like Beno (Beno huh)
Told the bitch gimme brain, she Latina I told that hoe give me cerebro
Man I'm not a politic talker but man do I fuck with the kid his name Beto huh
Yeah I'm notta ra ra shit talker but man do I fuck with the blick when it beam bro (Grrah)
Shut up when .R4W .R4W is talkin' 'cause man I do fuck wit my shooter he be low (Grrah)
I had a caca shit talker he was cross eyed I had to r.i.p. Deebo (Grrah)
You can say bye bye the choppa you dick suckin', bet that hoe take off ya knee tho (Grrah)
This little glock knock ya (Ugh) (Aye, aye)
This little glock knock ya noggin you not gon' have nowhere to muhfuckin' G O (Nigga)
(I'll be back)
Slide em up, yea woah
Slide up em up, him his gang, line em up
We got choppas light em up, 762's bite 'em up
We got flashes, shine em up, we got heaters, fry em up
And I told bro huh let me floor it
It's a brand new Porsche lemme floor it
That blicky gon' up let it torch then I floor it
When I step in my hood lil' bro I'm important
Keep talkin' yo shit twin I'm finna ignore it
When you step in yo hood you really a tourist
Snow bunny on me tryna pour it
She goldilocks, she want a sip of this porridge
Yo life can get muhfuckin' shortened if you an informant
I'll dump yo ass off in the forrest
The bullshit I never been for it
I got an assortment of guns and I got reinforcements
All this baby talk guess he got courage
Bro I don't prefer it I'll kill ya lil ass no abortion
My aim it improve by performance
Yo drip from endorsements I'll send yo fly ass into orbit where Santa flew nigga
Bitch I'm in all black no Boris the Animal nigga
When she suck me up, she slurp like a Danimal
She eat me up that girl turn to a cannibal
When it's my turn bitch I guess I'm a cannibal nigga
Eatin' a cannibal
My fits be fire as shit hella flammable
Nigga when you play yo track it ain't jammable
So low key I get it's understandable, why you'd wanna see me go
You in the studio for hours I did this in one take I told em r.i.p. Migo (Huh)
You niggas be meat suckin', back hand from me'll fuck up a mosquito huh
Feel like a vamp when I put on this (Fuck)
Feel like a vamp when I put on this playboy beanie I'm crazy like Beno (Beno huh)
Told the bitch gimme brain, she Latina I told that hoe give me cerebro
Man I'm not a politic talker but man do I fuck with the kid his name Beto huh
Yeah I'm notta ra ra shit talker but man do I fuck with the blick when it beam bro (Grrah)
Shut up when .R4W .R4W is talkin' 'cause man I do fuck wit my shooter he be low (Grrah)
I had a caca shit talker he was cross eyed I had to r.i.p. Deebo (Grrah)
You can say bye bye the choppa you dick suckin', bet that hoe take off ya knee tho (Grrah)
This little glock knock ya (Ugh) (Aye, aye)
This little glock knock ya noggin you not gon' have nowhere to muhfuckin' G O (Nigga)
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Writer(s): Johnanthony Amos
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