CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Cole Bennet

(Ayy, it's Riq on them keys and them kicks)

N***a, I ain't finna run from no n***a
You won't see me in no club if I can't bring my pole in it
Yeah, pa** me the uh, uh, uh, we roll n***as
Pa** my lil' bro the Glock, he love to shoot, he Cole Bennett
Try to play me like I'm dumb, b*t*h, you got the wrong n***a
You was caked up with the b*t*h, I was on the road with it
Ain't forgot about that sh*t you n***as said, we on n***as
Pa** my lil' bro the uh, he love to shoot, he Cole Bennett

I pa** lil' bro the uh, he love to shoot, he Cole Bennett
Yeah, trap or the booth, either way, I'm gon' get it
I done slid past your hood and you was a ghost in it
I want her and her, yes, sir, they both with it
N***a playin' with his nose, what, you puttin' coke in it?
So much mud in my cup, they thought it was a Coke, n***a
Spit in her mouth, I heard you do the toe lickin'
I might give her good d**k, but, baby know it's no feelings, yeah
It's on my lap, this the one I ride 'round
You ain't even with the sh*t, pu**y n***a, calm down
I was broke as a b*t*h, they say I'm a don now
Nineteen with my own sh*t, you was at your mom house, yeah
N***a, I ain't finna run from no man
B*t*h claim she ain't a thot, okay, you a ho then, yeah
That n***a throwin' up what? Smoke him
B*t*h was tryna hold some cheese, I grab my nuts like, "Hold them," on the gang
N***a, I ain't finna run from no n***a
You won't see me in no club if I can't bring my pole in it
Yeah, pa** me the uh, uh, uh, we roll n***as
Pa** my lil' bro the Glock, he love to shoot, he Cole Bennett
Try to play me like I'm dumb, b*t*h, you got the wrong n***a
You was caked up with the b*t*h, I was on the road with it
Ain't forgot about that sh*t you n***as said, we on n***as
Pa** my lil' bro the uh, he love to shoot, he Cole Bennett

Ayy
Lil' cuddy shoot n***as, on my mama, he Cole Bennett, n***a (On 2-1, n***a)
All these new n***as droppin' the sh*t, n***a, you're not in it, n***a
I do the walkthrough 'cause I'm a top hat
Plus I send them n***as through and they in all black
Barkin' on the 'net, n***a, y'all need to stop that
Ooh-wee, you know the feds watchin'
B*t*h want a policeman, I cannot cuff her
Ayy, ayy, 304, you a trap buster
On 2-1, I'm Slo-Be Bryant 'cause I'm a pole buster
Ooh-wee, free the YGs, but we don't know Mustard (2-1, n***a)
B*t*h want a policeman, I cannot cuff her
Ayy, ayy, 304, you a trap buster
On 2-1, I'm Slo-Be Bryant 'cause I'm a pole buster
Ooh-wee, free the YGs, but we don't know Mustard (On 2-1)
N***a, I ain't finna run from no n***a
You won't see me in no club if I can't bring my pole in it
Yeah, pa** me the uh, uh, uh, we roll n***as
Pa** my lil' bro the Glock, he love to shoot, he Cole Bennett
Try to play me like I'm dumb, b*t*h, you got the wrong n***a
You was caked up with the b*t*h, I was on the road with it
Ain't forgot about that sh*t you n***as said, we on n***as
Pa** my lil' bro the uh, he love to shoot, he Cole Bennett, on the gang, n***a