BENJAMINS FREESTYLE (ft. Dashi K...
• Written by LyricalX
Verse 1 (Me):
'Cause it's all about the benjamins
Gotta get the stacks up
We can do this again and 'gain
Bitch, what you mad for?
Bitch I got a lotta guns, I'ma shoot you up
Bitch come and voot me up
Hoes think they can loot me up
So much money I'm doing drugs
Shit's not funny, what would you do fo' love?
I got the money, I'm vooted up
You know I got the money, got me booted up
Lil' bitch a dummy, I shoot him up
And bitches wan' act stupid, it's the beauty of
The damn beast and shit, hoe, we suited up
She booting up, we grab it and scoop it up
Shake you 'til you vomit, you know that you don't want this
Why continue? Bitch, yeah, why continue?
And now we in the coupe, the way I did you
You mad as fuck, that's why I am not with you
And bitch want my soul, I could never forgive you
She said, "I will never forget you"
She said, "I will never for-"
Bitch, you're not anything, you're not even the shit
I'm with the shits ever since I was a kid
She suck on my dick and I suck on her clit
These bitches mad, that's why you're a bitch
And I know you keep secrets, so does Mitch
And this is as bad as it gets, gets, gets
And you got a stick up your asshole, fuck this
And I'ma get the money, I do this real quick
Your shit's in the lobby, you're gone, you're sick
And I know I'm sick, yeah, I do it for the biz
Bitch, what is this? Not sure about this
She wanna put my ass on a list, carried out the hit
His ass is dead, like, what 'bout him?
Bitch won't pay rent, you ain't got no permit
You hoes be crackers like your ass is a Ritz, uh
And you might as well call it quits, uh
Walk in with my wrists slit, uh
Got ice all on my wrist, bitch, go 'head, do a split
Blitz, I feel bliss when these damn hypocrites
Die, die, die, die, that's some shit I'd never admit
But hoe, I just did, she so nasty, that is it!
I'm so done with you hoes, bit by bit
And I'm tired of you hoes, I might commit
Hoes mad 'bout you hoes, I'm a misfit
Bitches fuck up everythang, the shit they omit, uh
And you hoes fucked up, you transmit
Yo' diseases onto me, bitch, it's a battle of your wits
Hoes stupid as fuck, they just take hit after hit
And she know that I hit it when I'm done I just sit
And her ass throwing fits (throw it back-ack) I got the cooling kit
And what do you need? Some of this?
And you hoes so damn mad, we do this moshpit
Got the damn VVS, yeah, hoes bars I spit, uh
And I got benefits, uh, hoes wear they mitts, uh
So much money on me these hoes brits, uh
Y'all hoes brats, your last name Smith, uh
Basic as fuck, I'ma damn wordsmith, uh
Got the key, like I'ma damn locksmith, uh
And this shit is not no skit, uh
And I got so much dough, sophisticate, uh
She make me happy, we with the syndicate, uh
Bitches got the soda pop, fizz-izz
Bitch, kill yourself, this a pop quiz
Fuck on me, yeah, call Liz
She fuck on me, yeah, she's on his
Goddamn dick, this the show biz
And she really want me dead, yeah, I noticed
You should know this
I couldn't give 2 fucks, you're my opponent
I'm vomiting out my emotions
Onto your fucking head, bitch
And you'll be a dead bitch
I cut hoes off like dreads quick
And I got my bitch some dreadlocks
Bitch mad as fuck, she headlocked
And I'm quick as fuck, that's the deadline
And I feel like a bitch, that's the headline
The headline
Verse 2 (Dashi Killz, yes he's black):
okay nigga, got me some red wine
fuck basic grammar bitch, I met mine
meet your maker motherfucker, you got a direct line
to my line, the limelight, it's primetime, I shine right
these bitches mad 'bout what? it's my time
niggas wanting me so badly deer headlight
type shit motherfucker, i don't stop at no redlight
cause hoes wan' be smart then be a smartass, hoes spread lies
go and spread lies, you'll be dead, aight?
dead by the morning surrounded by red lines
hoes not important lie dormant it's yo' bedtime
so die nigga, die slow, just die slow, infrared light
fuck niggas wan' take my shit, that's a trend, right?
trend-like motherfuckers, this a questline
gotta kill niggas & drill niggas 'til it's bedtime
so sleep tight, shootin' out webs
like i'm spider-man, bitch be my miles morales
but then again, bitch we walk thru molasses
and no, we can't be friends again, she duck the action
me? i do the opposite, fuck being positive
and fuck what your offer is
fuck your offerings, bitch, who will you be honest with?
i wanna settle down with an honest bitch
somethin' you can't fulfill right
and you don't know what it feels like for nothin' to feel right
how's the deal going? how it feel like?
can't get my meals right or my deals right
nigga drive slow with his eyes closed i can't feel my
fuckin' face, nigga what about it? i'm alright
and i try to tell her i'm not fine
she don't give a fuck, it's alright, alright
and I tell her it's all fine, all fine
nigga i'm with my gang, i'm a damn star
bitch want my soul i'm way too damn far
and you know me and my bitches ride with a damn car
nigga grew out his britches, where the pipe at?
tell her ass pipe down, where should i strike at?
fuck your lessons you tryna teach me
and ik you can never be me, be me
and niggas wanna go and see me on tv
they wan' go to my shows so babe go to my shows
she fucked up yeah i know fucked up yeah i know
chillin' in the theater, bitch, you the grim reaper
so much money on me, can i keep her?
secret keepers, bitch i got her hot like a fever
hot like a heater, turn on the heater
nigga you got a busted AC, do you hate me? ah
she wanna go and break me, she can't save me, nah
niggas gon' drive me crazy, is she my baby? nah
bitch I do a whole 180, i'm beyond saving, yeah
take me to bangladesh like I'm ian
nigga wanna talk that shit, why you lyin'?
niggas steady dying, silver lining
we be up on the island, why you hiding?
don't you dare try to hide it
you was never on no type shit
why the fuck you always lying?
what you lie for? who would you die for?
you niggas be eyesores, i fly, soar
bitch i feel like lightsoar, my high score
said, who would you die for? die for?
said, who would you die for?
