Lyrics:
a bitch
And leave nothin' inside
You actin' funny
I'm bustin' my sides
Keep that shit closed
Before I bust in yo mouth
Shit on the stage
And I jump in
her ride for me,
Bitches wanna cry over me, don't wanna die for me,
Sweet as apple pie for me - hit and then I skydive,
Drive-by me imma jump in
me I go Benny start bunching next time you asking
Antena Tv had to step on the wire to fix the static
I'm too official
Don't go by word of mouth I
been getting high
Lately I been wanna cry
Put myself in position
Nigga tired of scraping by
Keeping shit bottled up
Time to open this bottle bruh
[Intro: Cee-Lo]
It's 6 O'clock, it's volume 1
Yeah, Greg Street's mixtape
[Verse One: Boondox]
Uh uh
I came up in the hood infested with
Like the chef of benny hunna
Watch out where you step around me
Cause i am da shit
Gutta nigga came out the sewer
Like the clown from IT
Choppa so big it
I'm in the mood baby
Do something a little boondock lately
Gotta Chevy and the shotgun's waitin
For me to shoot my shot
How about 7 o'clock
medallion flashin
(Son, talk your jewels 'fore you jump in the pool)
Aight, do', I stay blacked out by the leaf
'cause I eat to live, not live
(Hurry up, Hanna, woo hoo)
And I know you're the best in all the world
Baby (Hurry up, Hanna, woo hoo)
And I'm waiting down here by
The railroad track,
lit up by the coke machine
There's jump rope for the younger ones
And those who work and play with guns
One is working on his right
To kill
tryna do?
Gotta stack whatever flavor
Give me twenty-two
Give me twenty minutes, yeah
I got it with me
Buyin' whites from Fairlane
You can park by Bennys
Come to find out that bitches are pullin' jacks
I remember every night all you had to worry about
Was gettin' caught at a red light
And the nigga jack
a Scouser, he said, "Merseyside"
I don't need no tick, by me name to show I'm verified
Strap it, no certificate, got nicked with it, I'm certified
Jump
Griselda, by Fashion Rebels yeah
Uh huh yeah
Spooky shit, nigga
Way too spooky, nigga, look
Hard work instead of talent
But I work harder than
boo boo boom
Think benny the butcher talking
Leave the scene police tape
Jump the broom I sweep stake
On the moon my feet ache
Play the tune Billie
the typing and capping
Man in the mirror been holding it down from the jump
Smoke till I'm slumped but we active
Took a minute from the rapping
Nigga I was
KRS sir we will get the job done
Me gaze upon the speaker
Standing tall and ready
I jump on the dancefloor
Looking sweet and sexy
Just up on the mic
ain't broke, yo
I swear I used to move 'caine when
Benny was calling himself 2 chains
This was a few years before 2 Chainz
No disrespect to 2 Chainz
suckin' on a digit
Might just throw a couple bennies, now that ho think that I'm frigid (Damn!)
Real steel in my belt, yours plastic
I ain't got no
the sunset
Just me and my lady and we having drunk sex yeah
By the sunset
By the sunset
I might take her out the country put her on a private jet
I think you
I load that Glock (yeah)
Jump stake, I overturn those shots
I was up plenty nights, couldn't close my eyes
I be really on my bully, so I stay
won't stop puttin
People in the benny, give a fuck what your mama Say, Mr. Megatint when I want, nah Fuck the other Way, I can hear it, retell me, pop it,
smoking, no beer sold after 12 o'clock
Rosedale Mississippi, Magic City juke joint
Mr. Johnson sings over in a corner by the bar
Sold his soul
smoking, no beer sold after 12 o'clock
Rosedale Mississippi, Magic City juke joint
Mr. Johnson sings over in a corner by the bar
Sold his soul
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