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BATTY & BENCH (Freestyle pt. II)
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Featuring(s) : Freestyle pt. II
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Forget the shank, heard they said that drill's dead Bit of mileage, rev and they're live instead I don't know 'bout chattings, I grind instead F**k it, I might as well fly these pebs Pa** smoke, but clients in debt Where my dough? You don't know violence means bread It's silent when the waps and the ding's in the glides intense (Euff) Look, opps can't f**k with a 'tug Bust the spin, we make the Tridents come We're livе, more time, it's a 98 ting I rap, but I still might provide that gun Shotgun, two casеs, two operations done, listen (Euff, euff) They can run, can't hide 'cah cases get flung (Mh-hmm, mh-hmm) The location's dumb, of course, you can't come (Listen) Who's said, "Drill's dead"? Still bangin' off lead 'til everything's red A yute got done, ain't a corpse, but course we attempt (Euff) Spent two thousand on the boots, start runnin' I hate dumb yutes on the fence No cautions, crash, splash it with intent (Yuck) I'm vexin', a boy givin' batty and bench This corn's like a rash, it spreads (Grrt) You ain't ever been live in the T with a live in the tee Done drills, I repent, QZ's, represent Dumb paparazzis wan' pree the events If the scene's red taped, it's a serious offense I'ma back my brolo, we never fence, I'm leavin' ya drenched (Eugh) Grown men try act up, fill 'em with sense Check the crime scene, it's a ments (Eugh) Me and my Glocks like batty and bench Ra** this, span the cartridge We attendin' then drop out, feed them revenge, boom Side by side with a G Lock, 3-point turn 'cah we blew off again My red chop ting hold skengs Stamp on the brown and peng Pen sizes or attempts and a whole leap of trials (Mh-hmm, mh-hmm), buss them, boom It's my turn, little baby Tell my bae, "No pictures", that's a baities Babylon hate me, but the world rate me Livin' life like the crack game in the 80's (Yuck) About drill ain't dead, I'm dead All the bros got bread, maybe, you're just lazy Heard the plug got stained by a kid That's my young thug, sh*t, call me feisty, tekky Who's said, "Drill's dead"? Still bangin' off lead 'til everything's red A yute got done, ain't a corpse, but course we attempt (Euff) Spent two thousand on the boots, start runnin' I hate dumb yutes on the fence No cautions, crash, splash it with intent (Yuck) I'm vexin', a boy givin' batty and bench This corn's like a rash, it spreads (Grrt) Grrt, listen, opps can't f**k with a 'tug Bust the spin, we make the Tridents come We're live, more time, it's a 98 ting I rap, but I still might provide that gun Listen, opps can't f**k with a 'tug Bust the spin, we make the Tridents come Woosh, woosh, tek and run Bust the spin, we make the Tridents come
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