Lyrics

Hoe you think you can play me you trippin' I cannot be out here simpin' Go hard for the love of the Benji's I'm stayin up on my pimpin I see what I want and I grind til I get it Heard my main opp got some bread on my fitted Put that same opp in a wood and I lit it These muh'fuccas trippin' for fuccin wit pimpin' Think you can play me you trippin' I cannot be out here simpin' Go hard for the love of the Benji's I'm stayin up on my pimpin I see what I want and I grind til I get it Heard my main opp got some bread on my fitted Put that same opp in a wood and I lit it These muh'fuccas trippin' for fuccin wit pimpin' It's twenty eight grams in a zip thirty six O's in a key These niggas be cuttin their shit ain't nobody doper than me These niggas like teasin the dog until he break off of the leash And find out he bites and don't bark, you gonna feel all of his teeth I'm standin on business bout crippin' and digits Staccin' this paper and duccin' these bitches You still be out here lookin for the low prices I told you I had it why didn't you listen, stupid I'm still in the trap, Rollin up baccies reloading my fat Plottin' and planning on how to bounce bacc And turn all these P's and this rap to a SCAT Hoe you think you can play me you trippin' I cannot be out here simpin' Go hard for the love of the Benji's I'm stayin up on my pimpin I see what I want and I grind til I get it Heard my main opp got some bread on my fitted Put that same opp in a wood and I lit it These muh'fuccas trippin' for fuccin wit pimpin' Think you can play me you trippin' I cannot be out here simpin' Go hard for the love of the Benji's I'm stayin up on my pimpin I see what I want and I grind til I get it Heard my main opp got some bread on my fitted Put that same opp in a wood and I lit it These muh'fuccas trippin' for fuccin wit pimpin' I'm puttin on for the set They say I'm the face of SC I'm willin' to die for respect I only want beef about cheese Want baguettes on my teeth and my necc So much ice I feel like Mr. Freeze Ran a ten up off fraudulent checks But that was like 2013 I go to Miami and ball like I'm Wade Land in LA and pay homage to Nip My game could never be over like Flip This the extravagant life of a crip If I gotta shoot it I bet I won't miss Watch how I let this bitch blow from the hip I thought you was hard but you really a bitch Cut that shit out baby boy u a trip Hoe you think you can play me you trippin' I cannot be out here simpin' Go hard for the love of the Benji's I'm stayin' up on my pimpin' I see what I want and I grind til I get it Heard my main opp got some bread on my fitted Put that same opp in a wood and I lit it These muh'fuccas trippin' for fuccin wit pimpin' Think you can play me you trippin' I cannot be out here simpin' Go hard for the love of the Benji's I'm stayin' up on my pimpin' I see what I want and I grind til I get it Heard my main opp got some bread on my fitted Put that same opp in a wood and I lit it These muh'fuccas trippin' for fuccin wit pimpin'
Writer(s): Demetrius Welton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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