Benz Window
(专辑: Dont Get Scared Now - 2016)
[Intro:] You know how we can purchase a
couple of TEC-9, semi-automatics, extended magazines? Hold on, who? TEC-9's? The
fuck for? It's a
family problem [Conway:] Give them niggas the
drum Roll down the
Benz window let off twenty-one Young and dropping bodies like it's fun Fifty on his head, his own shooters get it done Pyrex pot, got the
yola resi' Shoot a
fifteen with the
sweeper hold it steady James Patterson with the
pen, I'm writing thrillers I
write it for killers, they treat my words like Bible scriptures Had the
youngin fire the
blicka Tryna peel the
cap for that contract he never seen that type of scrilla I
ain't like these weirdo rappers, I'm a
psycho nigga Grimy like Tyson in the
ninetie nigga, you Bryson Tiller Homie that's on dogs I
never liked you niggas Hit you with some shit outta this automatic rifle nigga Praise me, I'm like christ to niggas Them large niggas was blind I
dropped the
shit and gave sight to niggas Load the
M-16 rocking Supreme Nowadays they don't make diss songs, they making memes Till I
find them and run down on and 'em and let it ring Bitch there ain't a
rapper alive fucking with the
machine Give them niggas the
drum Roll down the
Benz window let off twenty-one Young and dropping bodies like it's fun Fifty on his head, his own shooters"ll get it done Roll down the
Benz window let off twenty-one Fifty on his head, his own shooters get it done The
shooter squeezing, he a
heathen when he snort M-16 reaching leave you bleeding on your porch Look you keep running your dicksuckers that's the
reason you a
corpse, water whip it up I'm seasoned with the
fork I'm blowing money up in Neiman for the
sport, ran up in [?] bet I'm leaving in the
[?] Got pulled, bailed out and I
ain't even go to court My homie say my flow raw like the
keys that he import You talking like you that official and you clapping pistols I
drop a
bag on you and have my savage get you Chopper chop your body up it's looking like some axes hit you Fuck you and them faggot niggas rapping with you Shout out my Bmore homie that love the
clappers whistle Hit a
pussy nigga, snap back with missles Empty the
whole magazine, give them the
drum with love from the
machine Give them niggas the
drum Roll down the
Benz window let off twenty-one Young and dropping bodies like it's fun Fifty on his head, his own shooters"ll get it done Roll down the
Benz window let off twenty-one Fifty on his head, his own shooters get it done [Prodigy:] Go looking for a
nigga, I
catch him at his stomp ground Hop out with the
[?], brrrap him and his boys down High level violence, maximum overload Pussy niggas crying like "P you took it overboard!" My pops raised a
gangsta, and you just a
bird to me I
don't give a
shit who you shot who you murked homie Name ringing bells I
give him his first L, and he was so sure that I
was so soft Shots flashed like the
lightning, it's heavy metal gear He let his fear overpower his mind and think clear All these bullets set your beard on fire, when weird ass niggas come fucking with live ones When real ass niggas come fucking with a
no fuck giving ass nigga, coroner taking pictures off your body sliced open you're posed for the
autopsy Oh these niggas telling? Well tell them send more cops P, I'm at your neck Said you tattooing tears but ain't even kill a
pussy yet I
fucked the
truth out her, confessing her sins She tell me everything how I
know where your momma live Later for a
bitch, I'm busy holla back soon The
paper boy, empire state boy, rap [?] So whoever in my way up, clowns with the
make up You Ronald McDonald face fuck I'll straight up Paint more red on your forehead I
don't want your jewelry, nigga I
just want you dead I
don't want your money, you gon'pay me with your soul and I
will drink red rum from your skull [Conway:] Give them niggas the
drum Roll down the
Benz window let off twenty-one Young and dropping bodies like it's fun Fifty on his head, his own shooters"ll get it done Roll down the
Benz window let off twenty-one Fifty on his head, his own shooters get it done