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Benji Films was poppin', poppin', poppin
What's trapnin' bro
Me and, the gang trying to get some peace, man
Tryna fuck em up this summer
Yeah, definitely
Watches are like, I carry all kind of brands
Rolexes, Frank Muller, Hublots
These all designer watches
Everything with custom diamonds
What's trapnin' bro
Me and, the gang trying to get some peace
Tryna fuck em up this summer
Yeah, definitely
Watches are like, I carry all kind of brands
Rolexes, Frank Muller, Hublots
These all designer watches
Everything with custom diamonds on it
This is a Frank Muller for example, with a sixty five
Buss down, buss down, buss down,
Buss down, buss down, buss down
Buss down, buss down, buss down,
Buss down, buss down, buss down
Da Rollie getting bust down
Yo bitch, at the tell gettin' bust down
UPS at, the door it's a touchdown
If he got beef, get him gundown
Gla, gla, gla,
Buss down, buss down, buss down,
buss down, buss down, buss down
Buss down, buss down, buss down,
Buss down, buss down, buss down
The bezel getting bust down
Yo bitch, in the bando gettin' bust down
Mailman at the door, it's a touchdown
If he got beef, get him gundown
Gla, gla, gla
The Rollie getting bust down, P's getting bust down, prayin' on my downfall, got him on hush now
Cashed out at the bank when I touched down
She ain't know me back then, but she know me now
He was jinkin' back then, but he broke now
Arm and hammer, coke be the recipe born to chase that guap, my destiny
Smoking and fucking on destiny
That forty, my angle it's protectin' me
Money and power, they respecting me
Ben has stripes, no referee
Everywhere I turn money all I see
Everywhere I turn money all I see
Feel like Pac, all eyes on me
My lil' bitches stay with me
I'm with the shits, don't play with me
I bust down the pack like Doritos
Don't sell no straps cause my niggas, might need those
Only give a headshot, so a vest you don't need those
Cooking a brick like shooting free throws
Real deal sour on the east coast
Out here lurking, me and G-Host
Seen a opp, and he got ghost
Ball New York like D Rose
Ballin, swish, swish
Buss down, buss down, buss down,
buss down, buss down, buss down
Buss down, buss down, buss down,
buss down, buss down, buss down
Da Rollie getting bust down
Yo bitch, at the tell gettin' bust down
UPS at, the door it's a touchdown
If he got beef, get him gundown
Gla, gla, gla,
Buss down, buss down, buss down,
buss down, buss down, buss down
Buss down, buss down, buss down,
buss down, buss down, buss down
The bezel getting bust down
Yo bitch, in the bando gettin' bust down
Mailman at the door, it's a touchdown
If he got beef, get him gundown
Gla, gla, gla
I've been grindin', got the bags on me
Niggas plottin' got the Mag on me
Catch what's slippin', better dab on me
They call me Dexter, got the lab on me
These hatin' bitches keepin' tabs on me
The police watchin', they got twelve on me
I'm in the bando, I got bail money
I bust it down, I got the scale on me
What you need, I got some loud on me
The bando jumpin', niggas steady comin'
Get a fiends, somethin', tell them keepin' comin'
Fuck twelve, if they comin' runnin', they gon' give me life
For this pistol on me
Everyday I got a pistol on me
I'm behind, tint nigga snitchin' on me
My whole team gettin' guap, nigga
Try to rob me I got a mop, nigga
Four shots on the big shit
How you leanin' like you finna die, nigga
You shoulda gave me a half bust down
You fuck niggas know what's up now
I'm in the loop, I get them touchdowns
I'm in the loop, I get them touchdowns
Fa, fa, fa
Buss down, buss down, buss down,
Buss down, buss down, buss down
Buss down, buss down, buss down,
Buss down, buss down, buss down
Da Rollie getting bust down
Yo bitch, at the tell gettin' bust down
UPS at, the door it's a touchdown
If he got beef, get him gundown
Gla, gla, gla,
Buss down, buss down, buss down,
Buss down, buss down, buss down
Buss down, buss down, buss down,
Buss down, buss down, buss down
The bezel getting bust down
Yo bitch, in the bando gettin' bust down
Mailman at the door, it's a touchdown
If he got beef, get him gundown
Gla, gla, gla