Ben & Jerry's Lyrics

Trap with Ben & Jerry's having flavors

Having money come with having haters

I don't run out of gas I run out of favors

Run thru some bags and then run thru some paper

I trust what I see, not what I be hearing

I walk in the spot and now money appearing

Smell good ZaZa in the air if you're near me

This Baby Glock stay with me like I'm it's parent

Couldn't keep a 10 every time I touched it

My mama found my bomb and then she flushed it

Shit was fronted, man that shit got ugly

Got addicted to making plays man I loved it

I done sold a oz about 1,000 times

Came thru dripping like Thousand Island

If yeen talking bout money then yeen my kind

Got OG for the 14 smells like pine

5.7 graduated from the 9's

Perc got me geekin' peepin' thru the blinds

No snakin' me I read between the lines

No sneakin' me cause I see the signs

Smoke the bud while I sip the lines

Make some plays while my bitch design

Ain't switching bitches I'm a stick with mine

All day and night, I'm a get to mine

Better roll your own, yeen hitting mine

It ain't none to say it ain't shit to sign

You know what come with it with a life of crime

I'm a make some shake with this life of mine

Real Wockhardt bout 100 a line

Say you got that drank but we know that you lying

Sprite contaminated, dirty lemon-lime

"This the real one, Bills" I hear it all the time

Rappin' bout Trappin' still throw in some wordplay

I got the trap going up on a Thursday

I know some plugs that done went out the worst way

Blew out his candles like it was his birthday

Real dopeboy everywhere my workplace

Pitchin' these O's I got shooters on first base

She knew that I wasn't normal the first day

She got addicted like dope on the first taste

Trap with Ben & Jerry's having flavors

Having money come with having haters

I don't run out of gas I run out of favors

Run thru some bags and then run thru some paper

I trust what I see, not what I be hearing

I walk in the spot and now money appearing

Smell good ZaZa in the air if you're near me

This Baby Glock stay with me like I'm it's parent

Couldn't keep a 10 every time I touched it

My mama found my bomb and then she flushed it

Shit was fronted, man that shit got ugly

Got addicted to making plays man I loved it

I done sold a oz about 1,000 times

Came thru dripping like Thousand Island

If yeen talking bout money then yeen my kind

Got OG for the 14 smells like pine