CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : BATTY & BENCH (Freestyle pt. II)
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
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
