CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Ben n’ Jerry’s
Can you give me one second?
VK bullied that kids with a weapon
Two shanks up, man's coming like Tekken
And a bit of hunting won't bend like Beckham (Beckham)
Get your bread up, brother
(They-They) They know I'm a well-known scammer
In the road I'm in an unknown car
Coming like four when I swing that hammer
Now I'm stick to this music thing
She's kinda good, trynna get my bread up
Grab the mic and I drop my chef up
Grab the kick if you touch my brother
Me and V like Ben n' Jerry
Our flow so cold, might change the weather
Thats things you should know better
Ask man, don't know nothing 'bout prеssure
(You) You know I ride for my guys
lies
Gеttin' that opps, 4-doors or bikes
I was in the road with a rambo, a knife and a phone trynna get this guys
They ain't no [?] that's the life I live, you can see in my eyes
Back in the days I was trappin', now I'm rappin', sh*t is a mad thing
I'm still in the roads with the [?] trynna ban all of them kids for the cappin's
VB coming like Messi, I'm coming like Neymar trynna score me a hat-trick
(My) My bros ain't good with the rappin'
They onto the slapping they don't f**k with the acting
If it's beef I'm on it
Mans step on the block with the mob
If I smoke me a opp, make 'em run like Sonic
I got love for my opps, nah, I'm being ironic
I'm getting bread with that extra cheese
When I pull up, them man [?]
No lies, no caps, put money on the wrist
VK bullied that kids with a weapon
Two shanks up, man's coming like Tekken
And a bit of hunting won't bend like Beckham (Beckham)
Get your bread up, brother
(They-They) They know I'm a well-known scammer
In the road I'm in an unknown car
Coming like four when I swing that hammer
Now I'm stick to this music thing
She's kinda good, trynna get my bread up
Grab the mic and I drop my chef up
Grab the kick if you touch my brother
Me and V like Ben n' Jerry
Our flow so cold, might change the weather
Thats things you should know better
Ask man, don't know nothing 'bout prеssure
(You) You know I ride for my guys
lies
Gеttin' that opps, 4-doors or bikes
I was in the road with a rambo, a knife and a phone trynna get this guys
They ain't no [?] that's the life I live, you can see in my eyes
Back in the days I was trappin', now I'm rappin', sh*t is a mad thing
I'm still in the roads with the [?] trynna ban all of them kids for the cappin's
VB coming like Messi, I'm coming like Neymar trynna score me a hat-trick
(My) My bros ain't good with the rappin'
They onto the slapping they don't f**k with the acting
If it's beef I'm on it
Mans step on the block with the mob
If I smoke me a opp, make 'em run like Sonic
I got love for my opps, nah, I'm being ironic
I'm getting bread with that extra cheese
When I pull up, them man [?]
No lies, no caps, put money on the wrist
