FTLOG ft. benny Lyrics

Change I will not

Stay cookin' out

Flame gettin' hot

Woulda thought I got stains in my pot

Look

(get em benny!)

Pay when I talk

Game gettin' taught

Plays been the cost

All you gotta do is listen when it pop up

Hate what I got

Lames been the opps

Aimin' the shots

Eurosteppin' to the bucket for the clock up

Paint with the rock

They gettin blocked

Stay gettin' locked

I don't know who you beatin' but it was not us

No we winnin'

Better never let your girl round

Hear them hoes be sinnin'

Like oh he spittin'

Yeah you know I always want the smoke

And the flows be with it

Slow swing missin'

Now they got me slowin' down the pitch it sound

Like gross beat did it

But you won't be hittin'

If your whole team scrimmage

Gon' be all of yall chillin sittin' for 14 innings

Everybody listen like whoa he's different

Gotta be stupid to say no he isn't yeah that's a fact

Look

I'ma run it up the middle no huddle

Caught em slippin' on they grip

I been drippin' my flow puddles

I be diggin' till I finish

I miss it I throw shovels

On a mission tryna get it

I hit em with broke knuckles

I'm ready to rumble

Don't need a lyric to punch you

Each round three minutes

I been in it for a couple

I'ma take the belt home get it fitted for the buckle

Everybody in attendance we ain't talkin no bubbles

Ain't a problem ain't a solve it ain't ever been a puzzle

And it ain't no trouble if you losin' I'ma W

On a trip and if you miss it you miss it there's no shuttle

If you shorty want the wood she could get it on a double

On the back nine I'ma leave a flat line

Man I'ma show her what the club do

For the the love of the game everything I do everything I do

For the the love of the game everything I do everything I do

For the the love of the game everything I do everything I do

OK coin flip for the OT

That boy spit and it's OD

They swear that they know me

But they standin' below me

Holy moly don't be tryna act like you my homie no please

Look

I got the

I got the

I got the stamina

Y'all couldn't handle us

I just been keepin' it lit

Y'all didn't know what a candle was

Y'all are some amateurs

I been the GOAT since a kid

Y'all still ain't man enough

Y'all need a manager

No one to answer to

Been on my own for a grip

Speakin' of grip hold up wait

Tell that hoe get off my dick

Cause I ain't got time for a bitch right now

Been up on my grind once again pipe down

Shootin' from the line I just got fouled

Watch how you talk better shut your mouth

Y'all catchin' penalties y'all couldn't catch up

I put it on everything

Never be next to me textin' me tellin' me

That you was tryna get up in a sesh with me

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