Benchmob (feat. Lijay)

For these are the times You either crank that Soulja boy Or that Soulja boy cranks you Said shut the fuck, aye Money moves only moves I make hoe Slime gone, took a turn wrong Had a quick life, Time zone, hook a bag wrong Make a bitch wife Nature boy, make a hit song Im the Ric type Thrill gone, but the Flair strong You a hitchhike Thumb in ya ahh Thumb in ya, Thumb in ya Shhhhhhhh Hol on they sleep, they sleep Ima semi automatic nigga Fuck ya gotta tell me Anything i'm tellin Prolly need a bulletproof to feel it Got my niggas and my hittas Ona celly, im a felon If I ever hear you dissin on my city Or my brethren Got my nigga Cubi sending movies KLB on standby, got a deadeye Send a beat You's a dead guy Bring the team with, it's a feast Niggas french fries With a bitch thighs Got they panties ina bunch Niggas heard wrong When she called y'all a munch Really you's a snack to my appetite You my lunch, you my entree My grub, you my happy meal Like a toy Bring ya boys with you Put you niggas ona crutch It'll get like that You's a bitch like that 12/02/21 Grizz like that Niggas seen Tilly Ain't seen nothing greater Tilly seen niggas And he seen a lil plate of Bitch Me and the team pull up dawg Then we bench em If me and the team pull up dawg Then we bench em If me and the team pull up dawg Then its, on sight If me and the team pull up dawg Then its, alright If me and the team pull up dawg Then we bench em If me and the team pull up dawg Then we bench em If me and the team pull up dawg Then its, on sight If me and the team pull up dawg Then its, alright I might bench 'em with a shot I might bench 'em wit a block I might bench 'em pass da rock I might bench 'em, dawg i'm hot I might bench a nigga Lemme catch my rhythm in my spot I might bench a nigga Make his clock expire, watch em rot Hol' up Fuck you niggas think you finna get from me for free though I clock overtime and overnights Can't be no freeload I just benched a nigga Took his bitch He missed a free throw I might bench a nigga Bet he miss Get em some cheat codes Jay Dawg thought I told you once To get these boys some milk It's too late now Get these boys a episode on Dr.Phil Get these boys a tylenol Some ibuprofen And some lotion Get these boys some alcohol A magazine Ain't talking motion Ask me what I mean These niggas beat No competition hardly All these niggas got at hand is meat They just sausage party Hol up Better step back Ian takin shit back Tell me where yo homies at Hol' up Where yo homies at Aye Pull up, bench 'em With my niggas, know we wrenchin' Yea, smellin' like that 'juana I don't want attention I been feeling hella lifted Like I'm out the image But I got my own vision I'm finna go and get lifted Yea, talkin' bout them niggas that been hatin' on me If I wanna to do it I might hit no bathing homie I might have to get that shit And get to bating homie Why the fuck he wanna play me Like I play with domies Yea, might just play with bitches heads I might fuck with yo lil bitch She say she want some sex Yea, but I might just chill Cuz I know I got that wretch And if I have to do it I might split yo head Chillin' with my niggas Know we steady benchin' Like we mobbing like the Don He said he might get some dollas Chillin', huh Chillin', huh Getting riches for my mama Ima split it Yea, dividends You know I gotchu papa If me and the team pull up dawg Then we bench em If me and the team pull up dawg Then we bench em If me and the team pull up dawg Then its, on sight If me and the team pull up dawg Then its, alright If me and the team pull up dawg Then we bench em If me and the team pull up dawg Then we bench em If me and the team pull up dawg Then its, on sight If me and the team pull up dawg Then its, alright