Benzo Ruthless - 98

First off now, bitch, fuck the police Fuck yo big homie, he a bitch, he ain't no
OG Bitch, yeah, I been with this shit since I
Was fourteen Young and you can ask around the streets, bitch
They know me All these guns in my house just like a gun store

I don't think these fuck niggas really want war And I got my concealed carry for when
I'm on tour Try to take my chain, your brain's on the
Floor I'm just a young nigga, tryna stack bread
How the fuck you try to threat, I ain't get whacked, yeah

I keep it on me at all times, you ain't strapped yet
I made it out them hard times with a rap check
Young nigga, ballin' like a fuckin' wizard This bitch call, say she tryna swallow children
Way before the guap, bitch, I been that nigga Tryna make it to the top and see some Fucking

Millions I keep my 9mm, I got my Glock with me
Nine mm, shit, I'ma bring the squad with me Zay, Kas, Esco, and Fat Juan
We pull up with big guns, do we got a problem? nine mm niggas pull up with hella nines
Yeah, the ops know us, we got them terrified Every gun that we got, that bitch modified

Thirty clip in the shit, it's a homicide 98, yeah, bitch, I was born in fuckin' ninety-eight
Fuck a thot, get guap, I ain't tryna play Nah, thirty shots in the Glock, shit, I'm tryna spray
Nine mm drop, niggas, then we gon' drop a tape Fuck your big homie and what he gotta Say
Nineties babies takin' over, fuck up out the way nineties babies takin' over, fuck up out The way

It's ninety-eight gang, I know a old head that talk a lot of nonsense
Bitch, try to tell me how to live well where your guap, nigga
Fuckin' dirty-ass clothes, then your nose running
Talk about your young days, nothing to show from it

Nah, stop worryin' bout me and get your guap up, nigga
Oh, yeah, you did that shit, but now you washed up
Then these old heads try to plot on the youngin'
Make him press his life alert, my chopper hold a hundred

Old head, talkin' down on the generation Fuckin' dusty-ass nigga, go on, get some paper
Go on, make some guap and get a calculator Old head try to rob, get decapitated
Old head fuckin' sneak dissing the young bull How the fuck you run a city, ain't got no Pull
How the fuck you old as shit, you tryna false claim

Nine mm, that's my shit, and yeah, the boss dangerous
Ninety-eight, yeah, bitch, I was born in fuckin' ninety-eight Fuck a thot, get guap, I ain't Tryna play
Thirty shots in the Glock, shit, I'm tryna spray 9mm drop, niggas, then we gon' drop a ten
Fuck your big homie and what he gotta say Now these babies takin' over, fuck up out the Way

Fuck up out the way, ayy, get your old ass out the way

Written by:
James Benjamin

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