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letra de smokey - benny

[intro]
dj gutta b-tta
yes, yes

[chorus]
we in the field slidin’ down, tryna blitz somethin’
said f-ck a plug, kick door, watch me flip somethin’
and how y’all k!llers when most of your n-ggas victims?
hit somethin’, empty the clips and you still ain’t pin nothin’
’cause i ain’t that hard to find (not at all)
pop out, don’t try to hide (where you at?)
gunshot k!ll your appet-te
don’t stop at that light when you know it’s on sight

[verse 1]
my pistol get to knocking like the police on a search and a seize
these tools allergic to the opps ’cause when they see ’em, they sneeze
i’m rollin’ off a pill, now i might come off a lil’ mean
and this one for the team, my n-ggas throwin’ m’s, ain’t no b’s
my n-ggas with that
like a deflated tire, leave your sh-t flat
we play with xd’s, these ain’t no xo’s like it’s tic-tac
i ain’t with that chit-chat, long nose on a big strap
treat the opper like a mole, that lil’ n-gga just got his sh-t whacked
matty hero where i’m posted, so i’m throwin’ the eight
these choppers quick to get to blowin’ like i’m blowin’ a cake
and i’m laggin’ on a b-tch like i’m loadin’ a game
try comparing me with them, b-tch, you can’t show me a name, n-gga

[verse 2]
it’s too smoky, swear these streets ain’t safe no more
if you got a chance, then take it, don’t wait too long
i ain’t trippin’ off no b-tch, i hate you hoes
i’m just tryna get rich, driving fast whips
i let go of all my grudges ’cause it’s past tense
i was a young hot n-gga, that was back then
tryna leave this sh-t alone and run that bag in
but let a n-gga try and play me, he might backflip
facts, b-tch, really i am ill and i just act sick
swear my only way up out of here is with this rap sh-t
told my n-ggas that it’s on the love with me, just tap in
(told my n-ggas that it’s on the love with me, just tap in)

[verse 3]
bustin’ when i’m squeezin’, aim this b-tch with precision
pay attention to your big homie, when he talk, better listen
lil’ n-gga, swear to god you ain’t ready for how we livin’
gettin’ tired of this life so i’m tryna show brother different
drop a bag on your neck and watch how quick n-ggas collect
headshots, but we still got some sh-t to clear through that vest
you n-ggas fish out of water, grab that rod and reel ’em in
they always offered me deals, but it was took to the chin
never gave a f-ck what you b-tch n-ggas thought
may record or either brother get you b-tch n-ggas chalked
if one go, we all go, if one foght, we all foght
and i know you ain’t livin’ like that ’cause you b-tch n-ggas soft
chedda b, that’s my brother, he was there when i ain’t have it
if he call, then i’m slidin’ with sticks, drums automatic
i’m addicted to the syrup, i got an expensive habit
and you suckers be the reason why these situations tragic, period

- benny

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