Benz
One more time
Let's rock this boat again
One more time
Let's see if we are friends
But I guess
Sometimes it just depends
Let's see if you're right there
In my benz
They not here homie
Just pass the lean
If you don't sip
You're not with my team
Wasted time
Asking me to stay clean
They don't know
All of the blood I bleed
One more time
Let's rock this boat again
But this time
I know you're not my friend
But I guess
Sometimes it just depends
Let's see if you're right there
When I bend
And you talk dirt behind my back
My god, you're so far up my ass
I swear to god you've got no class
You'll be first to put me in the grass
We were pill, pop, the streets
You and me
You get your rocks off by stabbing me
Imma tell your mother what you really be
And I don't need you talking down on me
Out of time
Come on lets not pretend
We both know
That you are not my kin
Got my gun
Pointed right at your head
Slip again
And Imma shoot you dead
Imma shoot you dead
Why'd you have to fuck with my head
Why did you do all those things
Couldn't be real instead
Now that I want you dead
Does that sit well with you
Knowing what we used to have
Let's rock this boat again
One more time
Let's see if we are friends
But I guess
Sometimes it just depends
Let's see if you're right there
In my benz
They not here homie
Just pass the lean
If you don't sip
You're not with my team
Wasted time
Asking me to stay clean
They don't know
All of the blood I bleed
One more time
Let's rock this boat again
But this time
I know you're not my friend
But I guess
Sometimes it just depends
Let's see if you're right there
When I bend
And you talk dirt behind my back
My god, you're so far up my ass
I swear to god you've got no class
You'll be first to put me in the grass
We were pill, pop, the streets
You and me
You get your rocks off by stabbing me
Imma tell your mother what you really be
And I don't need you talking down on me
Out of time
Come on lets not pretend
We both know
That you are not my kin
Got my gun
Pointed right at your head
Slip again
And Imma shoot you dead
Imma shoot you dead
Why'd you have to fuck with my head
Why did you do all those things
Couldn't be real instead
Now that I want you dead
Does that sit well with you
Knowing what we used to have
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Writer(s): Hippie Jayy
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