Benzo Ruthless - Come Up

Lee boy, you on the track
Gambino
Yeah, yeah
Benzo, stay down til I come up

Fuck a bitch, I want hundreds
Thirsty bitches, they want us
On top, fuck under
Fuck a deal, but it's extra bread

Hella bands with a nappy head
Garage full, used to walk and shit
Now I'm on top and I can talk my shit
Yea I could talk my shit

I got my guap and shit
Yea I could talk my shit
I could talk my shit
I got my guap and shit

I could talk my shit
I got my guap and shit
I could talk my shit, I got my guap and shit

Rap shit just fun to me My old bitch say she done with me
I'm a bad boy but I ain't diddy Get into the bag and my niggas with me
Well known in the fuckin' city Hoodie on like I'm fuckin' Kenny
Riding around with that nine milli If you wanna kill me then you comin' with me

My life I live got ups and downs I'm a black king, I ain't need a crown
I ain't giving up, I ain't need a towel Fuck the system, they wanna take us down
I'm the new generation, MLK I'm money chasing, don't get in my way
I ain't slowing down, I ain't taking breaks I just want this shit to change

I won't stop till I see that day Fuck that, I won't stop
I'ma keep pushing, this a different wave Everywhere I go I keep a glock
I'ma make sure I see another day Dollar signs on my fuckin' watch
It's always time to get the cake I'm on a mission, don't get in my way

Stay down till I come up Fuck a bitch, I want hundreds
Thirsty bitches they want us On top fuck under
Fuck a deal, but it's extra bread Hella bands with a nappy head
Garage full, used to walk and shit Now I'm on top and I can top the shit

Stay down till I come up Fuck a bitch, I want hundreds
Thirsty bitches they want us On top fuck under
Fuck a deal, but it's extra bread Hella bands with a nappy head
Garage full, used to walk and shit Now I'm on top and I can talk my shit

Yeah, I can talk my shit I got this guap and shit
Ayy, squad shit Squad shit, ayy
We get guap, bitch Ayy, don't false claim, that's fraud shit
You ain't really with the squad shit Nah, nine milli, we ball bitch

Don't get confused with some soft shit Nah, left the hood to some loft shit
CEO on my boss shit Conversation bout some guap shit
Major label I'ma call with
Ayy, good shit It don't happen overnight

Can't lock me up Shit, they tried to do it twice
Real nigga But I'm doing it right
Ayy, damn, the system hate my life They want us dead
Or locked up Gotta get this bread

Count this guap up Gotta move away
Gotta live it up Just another day
And they still trynna knock us down Damn, stay down till I come up
Fuck a bitch, I want hundreds Thirsty bitches, they want us

I'm top, fuck under Fuck a deal, but it's extra bread
Hella bands with an empty head Garage full, used to walk and shit
Now I'm on top and I can talk my shit Stay down till I come up
Fuck a bitch, I want hundreds Thirsty bitches, they want us

I'm top, fuck under Fuck a deal, but it's extra bread
Hella bands with an empty head Garage full, used to walk and shit
Now I'm on top and I can talk my shit
Yeah, I can talk my shit

Written by:
James Benjamin

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