Benji Finesse - Halloween

Had to fuck with this hood bitch with my chains on
Cause her lights broke
Told her imma take my time in it
Know these Bitches fall in love with light strokes
Vs diamonds cause a light show
Lay the pipe tho
I be posted at the trap
Lifes a fucking a gamble nigga what ya dice roll
Thats that 456 headcrack
Nigga gimme all the damn breesh
Thanking god everyday for blessings know I made it out the fucking streets
Say he got pull but he got no leash
Heard he cash out but he pay a lease
Niggas want sauce gotta pay fee
Niggas got tricked never got a treat
Everyday is Halloween
Everyday I'm with the beef
Nigga want smoke
Stupid ruger scene
Only see my niggas at the top bread gang bitch yea the money team
Mprmg murda gang shit you know just what that mean
With the uhhh
All my niggas whiling
Masked up since a teen
Ducking all the sirens
Niggas with the violence
He ain't wanna see the bands
So I asked A nigga why the fuck he tried it
Had a bitch set the lineage
He ain't even talking money
Fuck up out the trap nigga with the whining
In my hands is bands fuck a wallet
I'm in traffic
Steady driving on the road
Looking for the pros
Getting off the plastic
Hope this v12 ion crash it
Shit I'm Blasted
Ion really do the gossip
Prolly kick yo door
You know I'm benji locksmith
Ima takeoff nigga like a rocket
Bitch I'm soaring
Bad bitch know she whoring
Steady saying that her nigga boring
Well I'm ot bitch I'm touring
Been getting money
Took the bands threw it on the foreign
Good amiri denim and it costing
Big benji always flossing
Niggas tryna line me
Cause I'm getting money
Told these niggas get ya bands up
You the type to get killed for money
Keep extended clips
Don't get fanned up
Tucked 100 shots in this fit
Big glizzy for the drip
Hear the Fog horn I'm in my long johns
Always up ready for the shift
New sweatsuit from kith
Put it on I'm fresher than a bitch
Couple bands on this shit
Threw a Couple bands on the wrist
For the bands she gone use no hands
She a fucking fan for the clique
Got a brick a tan off the whip
Made 100 bands off the shit
Yea
I know she liking how I styling
She said she want me out the trap house
But this dirty money keep on piling
And my lawyer told me benji chill
But I said i gotta keep it real
Mprmg we die for our respect
My niggas always in the field
All my niggas tryna get the cake
Stack it up my niggas want they bands up
Throw out the line they bite the bait
So now i'm seeing why they can't stand us
All my niggas down to ride
All my niggas down to slide
Had to cut off separate from the fake
Cause I knew the niggas that would hide
I need a baddie ride or die
The one that's down for homicide
Every-time i get a call. She tell me what she made and ask I'm if right
Just keep it benji never lie
Always been connected got the ties
Always screaming out free the real
And rip my niggas in the sky

Written by:
Darryl Raiford

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