Benny Go To Hell Lyrics

Yeah, I'm smokin' on that cookie pack the Jar on top shelf

Bottom bitch I used to hit, she sayin', Benny, go to hell

I ain't one to diss, I keep the dissin' to myself

Yea, I want some B.B. Simon till my shoelace are my belts

Shawty chokin', need the Heimlich, had to let her catch her breath

Wanna fight, they know I'm right, so then I hit em' with a left

Packin' up a cone, still I'm packin' when I step

Just like home alone, I light a fire on your head

Yeah, I ain't gon' retire, I'll retire when I'm dead

Till I'm spittin' through the wire, they admire what I said

Bitches poppin' pills, have it fed to 'em through PEZ

Yea, I see em' on my flows, Damn I see I got a pet

Still I'm tryna open up and really say some when I speak

Brodie leanin' with his cup, he sayin', stay away from green

To be honest, I ain't know enough to know what that all mean

I'm just rollin' up a Dutch and pack that shit up with my weed

Yeah, I love to step, I love to step out in these sneaks

Yeah, I love to keep a buck and keep a buckle on my breesh

Tryna light a fire, gettin' tired of the breeze

I'm a lover, not a fighter, I don't fight, I only squeeze

Smokin' got me higher, I be rappin' from the tree tops

Made him hit the runnin', man, he bussin' out them Reebox

Really didn't ask, got me askin', why did he talk

Got him askin' why, lookin' up, he bouta meet God

Brodie, I ain't new to this, why he play me like a fool

Dawgie, I been droppin' tapes way before that shit was cool

Yeah, before and after school, this shit the only thing I do

I might have the time to fuck your bitch, but then I had a shoot

I'm only tryna rap, yeah, I hate postin' on my feed

Dawgie made it out the trap, but dawgie never left the streets

Scum is full of cats, every Brodie is unique

You hang with bums, the hella rats, and wonder why y'all ain't a team

Brodie, y'all been breakin' scratch, that's a fact you don't like

Windows hella tinted, can't be drivin' at night

Pussy talkin' shit, it's outta sight, it's outta mind

I only love the music, I ain't got a bitch my kind

Yea, I'm higher than a kite, dawg, I'm higher than a plane

I been spittin' through a mic, got a lot of shit to say

Brodie, you a bitch, in my lane, get out the way

Had to laugh when Brodie picked a sight and still he couldn't aim

Had to laugh when Brodie picked a sight but didn't shoot a scene

I Had to laugh when I picked up a pack and smoked it like a fiend

How y'all struggle when y'all tryna write, this shit is hella easy

You just rap what's in your life and all the stupid shit you see