I drop bombs like who say mad ass
Verbal ammunition when I solve a blast ass I stash cash
Assassination like Ras Kass
Bitches and 10 hutI'ma money making soldier 'cause I don't give no fuck, the world is mine
You stepping over gages grenades and land mines so hand mine
If you was around nigga you probably ban mine
Off the loado watching out for the rorrow popping at the po po
99 brinks truck candy apple sitting on normolsThem niggas don't wanna see us come up
So fuck them marks for the legit ballers for the world blow up
Its ain't no sold off shit I'm still top of the mess
Check Tom disrespect Tom Teflon through his chest and fuck 'em for TI'm rolling in my candle camouflage
Wing ding and white wands and now I ready to march
Embark on this who trying to whip the lyrical arsonist
Look learn and listen my baguette still glistenMy nine shines its 6 past 6 so bitches prime time
Who in they write mine nigga trying to define rhyme
L E G I T ballers
Give it up for them pistol pistol the knuckle street baller, come onB E double N I E Franks
B E double N I E Franks
B E double N I E Franks
B E double N I E FranksIt's a joint we completed niggas ballers boy
Thats the money making soldiers bringing all the noise
Ain't nothing on ya block but them vocaling toys
Riding tinted out real straps hoes galoreNow it don't get no deeper than this
Mr. Obysis come on my style with a twist
I'm out the midst
Checking ya style is too close for coffinPut me to stand and nigga ya playing
If your all shit surrounding I'm abandoning
I strike back like heaven on
I'm on a spree taking out all niggas sounding like me like Andrew CullononY'all can go to a reawrike guiness on a one road business
It's a sin to swallow all the witness now I'm guilty by suspicion
I know this shit got ya mind twisted so who I make concern
Tossing this shit like blind bitches touching ya ass getting burned212 of them degrees wrecking impostor emcee's chop 'em off at the knees
Face to face with your enemy, I'm G.I. to C H I C H, yo heffa
Fo fo go go blow em outta his a betta chose yo
The return of the funeral cage right
Come on ya all do wanna do it to Tillman or a Ben Jagger'Cause its that nigga from the 3-1-2 capital double L-L
Bring the noise shit we bound to burn them boys
Although he's a nice guy and when the drought is to 'em
I brought em pain
Come on rasta man tell 'em what the the thang heyB E double N I E Franks
B E double N I E Franks
B E double N I E Franks
B E double N I E FranksIt's a joint we completed niggas ballers boy
Thats the money making soldiers bringing all the noise
Ain't nothing on ya block but them vocaling toys
Riding tinted out real straps hoes galoreB E double N I E Franks
Who want to come test me now think
The game is over it's officially my time
You fuck around nigga and get ya label shut downWho them niggas try to diss and made a clip but they miss
Y'all shouldn't a let me tangle legit ballers and twist
I axe ya wrist off, who can I trust hits ya
Who can I bust I fiend for cash put beans on fast got singers as jack
I told ya save that shit for lastGuard ya glamoura I'm fucking up opponents and challengers
Shoulda charged ya stamina here comes the
Watch me damage ya, we mash and bang with mask and thang
Get jacked ya name reclaim the game and I'll blast ya fame
You say the war is on bring it I spare you, come back to my city niggaB E double N I E Franks
B E double N I E Franks
B E double N I E Franks
B E double N I E FranksIt's a joint we completed niggas ballers boy
Thats the money making soldiers bringing all the noise
Ain't nothing on ya block but them vocaling toys
Riding tinted out real straps hoes galoreIt's a joint we completed niggas ballers boy
Thats the money making soldiers bringing all the noise
Ain't nothing on ya block but them vocaling toys
Riding tinted out real straps hoes galore
Songwriters
Taylor Frederick; Benny FranksPublished by
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