Dirty Needles (feat. Conway)
Turn me up some
Benny and Conway, yeah yeah like that
Dirty needles
We come from Montana ads, Montana, nigga, Montana ads (dirty needles, dirty needles)
Black, bridge
Real shit, I'm in all that, bridge, nigga, dirty needles, dirty needles
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 'less they pick up the 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, tryna get a plug on a brick of food
I get 'em shipped to your living room
One call, I bet they touchdown in NY, just like Victor Cruz
Got up the beef new but the pistol used, dippin' through
Stickin' to 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 rantin', we got missing screws
Middle finger to the pigs in blue (fuck y'all)
I have my young nigga aimin' a SIG
Right at your wig and shoot (pow pow pow)
The street shit too unpredictable
That's why I got my pistol
Though I wear it to work like it's a business suit
Fuck you niggas chasin' if it ain't a bag
Wavin' mags, twenty niggas with me wearing Haitian flags
My homie told me turn the pot before I break the glass
I'm weighing powder smoking sour from Jamaica Ave
I watch the whole brick take a bath
I seen a dope boy make Benz money and still take a cab
Dope money buried me like I'm Jimmy Hoffa
Walkin' outta Benihana's coke on my Balenciagas
A OG'll blow your shit off for 50 dollars
Half a brick of raw, white as Cindy Lauper
I'm in a trap eatin' fish and lobster
I like the clips, sip the vodka, black Sopranos, we considered mobsters
Your dope short as Andy Milonakis
She a hoe rat, as soon as I fuck her she a trendin' topic
I load the beam if it's any problem
They expect that from you when you coach the team like you're 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 wrap the shit, I'm wrappin' a brick look like Milly Rockin'
It take a hundred bends to fill these robins
And I can rap trap stick niggas up there's way too many options
You hatin' niggas way too busy watchin'
That's why it's on me, army jacket, a semi fit in any pocket
Fore you learn to win, you gotta handle defeat
Y'all scared
We prepared if guns jam up in beef (we ready)
We got extra straps, extra clips, layin' on the seat
My plate full but that's cool 'cause the plan was to eat, let's go
Ayo, you know we've been at this shit since we was little, nigga
Been hard a foot on these niggas' neck
Talkin' crazy to a G get you head with the pump
Spray ya whip with a streetsweeper leave bitch niggas slumped
Got the thirties in my lap, got the sticks in the trunk
I don't think a issue is really what you bitch niggas want
Got the shooters out lurkin' on a mission to hunt
Five in the morning in your bushes had to sniff him a bump
He stay on his toes, he comin' for the bricks that you pump
Or he gon' leave your face twisted from him blickin' his gun
I mean look, I hate rappers, I swear I do (that's my word)
'Cause 90% of these niggas sound terrible
Might send shooters to your show just to air at you
The pain from a shell in the stomach is unbearable
Might come to your funeral, shoot your pal bearers too
'Cause fuck you and them six niggas that carried you
Yeah, got the rifle with the scope
I'm the nicest with the flow, 'til I go
I'm comfortable boy, I'm back at home
Two-tone mac, black an' chrome
Leg shot, shit, crackin' bone
Facts is known, pussy nigga I don't ask for loans
They wanna build my statue in Rome, and that's for rap alone
Don't get it confused bitch, I'll put you on the news quick
'N use your news clip for a new skit on my new shit
SK long as a pool stick
We sell the pitch, that's how we do shit, shit
Ah, man
I like it though it's live, man
Know what I mean? I ain't lookin' at you niggas
I'm lookin' past you niggas
I'm lookin' at your situation, niggas
You know y'all niggas still spittin' an' skittin' an' still, you know
Fuckin' off an' wastin' time with your life, nigga
You coulda had a pent with that money
You coulda been on a curb wastin' that time, nigga
Y'all niggas still on ya dick dope, ah, man
Hey, they got rackets designing, nigga
You know, yo, that's what my world's like
My shits cost 2k, nigga
You know what I mean?
Come on, man
Y'all niggers lost, man
Y'know
Zelda, bitch
Black Soprano family, nigga
We told y'all niggas, man
When y'all gon' listen?
Eh, man
Fuck it, let's smoke, man
Benny and Conway, yeah yeah like that
Dirty needles
We come from Montana ads, Montana, nigga, Montana ads (dirty needles, dirty needles)
Black, bridge
Real shit, I'm in all that, bridge, nigga, dirty needles, dirty needles
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 'less they pick up the 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, tryna get a plug on a brick of food
I get 'em shipped to your living room
One call, I bet they touchdown in NY, just like Victor Cruz
Got up the beef new but the pistol used, dippin' through
Stickin' to 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 rantin', we got missing screws
Middle finger to the pigs in blue (fuck y'all)
I have my young nigga aimin' a SIG
Right at your wig and shoot (pow pow pow)
The street shit too unpredictable
That's why I got my pistol
Though I wear it to work like it's a business suit
Fuck you niggas chasin' if it ain't a bag
Wavin' mags, twenty niggas with me wearing Haitian flags
My homie told me turn the pot before I break the glass
I'm weighing powder smoking sour from Jamaica Ave
I watch the whole brick take a bath
I seen a dope boy make Benz money and still take a cab
Dope money buried me like I'm Jimmy Hoffa
Walkin' outta Benihana's coke on my Balenciagas
A OG'll blow your shit off for 50 dollars
Half a brick of raw, white as Cindy Lauper
I'm in a trap eatin' fish and lobster
I like the clips, sip the vodka, black Sopranos, we considered mobsters
Your dope short as Andy Milonakis
She a hoe rat, as soon as I fuck her she a trendin' topic
I load the beam if it's any problem
They expect that from you when you coach the team like you're 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 wrap the shit, I'm wrappin' a brick look like Milly Rockin'
It take a hundred bends to fill these robins
And I can rap trap stick niggas up there's way too many options
You hatin' niggas way too busy watchin'
That's why it's on me, army jacket, a semi fit in any pocket
Fore you learn to win, you gotta handle defeat
Y'all scared
We prepared if guns jam up in beef (we ready)
We got extra straps, extra clips, layin' on the seat
My plate full but that's cool 'cause the plan was to eat, let's go
Ayo, you know we've been at this shit since we was little, nigga
Been hard a foot on these niggas' neck
Talkin' crazy to a G get you head with the pump
Spray ya whip with a streetsweeper leave bitch niggas slumped
Got the thirties in my lap, got the sticks in the trunk
I don't think a issue is really what you bitch niggas want
Got the shooters out lurkin' on a mission to hunt
Five in the morning in your bushes had to sniff him a bump
He stay on his toes, he comin' for the bricks that you pump
Or he gon' leave your face twisted from him blickin' his gun
I mean look, I hate rappers, I swear I do (that's my word)
'Cause 90% of these niggas sound terrible
Might send shooters to your show just to air at you
The pain from a shell in the stomach is unbearable
Might come to your funeral, shoot your pal bearers too
'Cause fuck you and them six niggas that carried you
Yeah, got the rifle with the scope
I'm the nicest with the flow, 'til I go
I'm comfortable boy, I'm back at home
Two-tone mac, black an' chrome
Leg shot, shit, crackin' bone
Facts is known, pussy nigga I don't ask for loans
They wanna build my statue in Rome, and that's for rap alone
Don't get it confused bitch, I'll put you on the news quick
'N use your news clip for a new skit on my new shit
SK long as a pool stick
We sell the pitch, that's how we do shit, shit
Ah, man
I like it though it's live, man
Know what I mean? I ain't lookin' at you niggas
I'm lookin' past you niggas
I'm lookin' at your situation, niggas
You know y'all niggas still spittin' an' skittin' an' still, you know
Fuckin' off an' wastin' time with your life, nigga
You coulda had a pent with that money
You coulda been on a curb wastin' that time, nigga
Y'all niggas still on ya dick dope, ah, man
Hey, they got rackets designing, nigga
You know, yo, that's what my world's like
My shits cost 2k, nigga
You know what I mean?
Come on, man
Y'all niggers lost, man
Y'know
Zelda, bitch
Black Soprano family, nigga
We told y'all niggas, man
When y'all gon' listen?
Eh, man
Fuck it, let's smoke, man
Credits
Writer(s): Demond Price, Jeremie Pennick
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