Y'op , stretch, ya, ballin' like I'm Ben Simmons I'm tired of niggas pullin' gimmicks
I can tell these niggas broke, cause they always in they feelings
Countin' up in the basement, stack it higher than the ceiling
Went through a lot of shit, so hell yeah, a nigga healing
I know some niggas in the hood probably f*ckin', still killing
I'ma give you a tip, ahhhhhhhhhh, eh I'ma give you a tip, like, king, I'm standing
On the business High as f*ck on another planet, and I ain't
Talkin' fitness Tired of these niggas talkin' shit, but they
F*ckin' snitchin' Tired of these niggas think they hollin', but
They really bitchin' It's two of us with three hoes, we ballin
Like LeBron If you scared of jail, then why you do the crime? Know you not my kind, know you not my slime
Send the money to cashapp , or send that shit to Chime
I was down back on my dick, I had to get to a bag
And a lot of niggas broke, yeah, that's why they mad
Young nigga world, I don't be with Melly Heavy on lean , you can tell by my belly
Hold up ', huh, huh, huh, wait, wait, wait, wait Young nigga world, I don't be with Melly
Heavy only, you can tell by my belly Ball as a team, let's go get a ring
Amiri my jeans, my pocket look' heavy Stuffing my pockets with cheese like pizza rolls
I'm trustin' grams like pizza dough Astronaut kid, I'm smokin' moon rock
It got me slurrin' and talkin' slow FNN scar with a telescope
You can get killed what we boxin' for ? Hundred round drum on the Glock 26
Everybody gone' fall like some dominos , yo
Free Muwop , that's my dog for sure I feel like I'm lil baby, I drop my low
So what you talkin' for? Two Glocks on me, Hold 80
He just wolfing ', he ain't bout that life His sister must've raised him
Heard there's a hundred racks on his head We pulled a home invasion
I ain't got a steal from no man I want it, I'ma take it
Get to the bag, stay with some motion You gon' start elevatin', they sleepin' on me
I don't know them, that mean them niggas hatin
I served a judge, wife grams She told me her husband racist
Bitch, I came from the bottom of the bottom like the basement
Gave you some food off my plate to eat You still was ungrateful
Yeah, my pockets gettin' fat, cause I'm sorry for the wait
Uber Eats or DoorDash, baby, I ain't doin' dates
Grew up in the jungle, beatin' on my chest, feel like an ape
You ain't got no money, nigga, all you do is f*ckin' hate
Yeah, that shit a shame, yeah, we ain't playin' games
Lost art and lost herm, yeah, I ain't been the same, yeah
Nigga, you ain't get no bag, you broke as f*ck, lil' nigga
That's why you mad, nigga, long live erm
Long live herm bitch ,
Long live art bitch
HoodRich Marko - Ben Simmons (feat. HoodRich Rye, Swyper 313 & HoodRich Lil O) Lyrics
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Y'op , stretch, ya, ballin' like I'm Ben Simmons I'm tired of niggas pullin' gimmicks
I can tell these niggas broke, cause they always in they feelings
Countin' up in the basement, stack it higher than the ceiling
Went through a lot of shit, so hell yeah, a nigga healing
I know some niggas in the hood probably f*ckin', still killing
I'ma give you a tip, ahhhhhhhhhh, eh I'ma give you a tip, like, king, I'm standing
On the business High as f*ck on another planet, and I ain't
Talkin' fitness Tired of these niggas talkin' shit, but they
F*ckin' snitchin' Tired of these niggas think they hollin', but
They really bitchin' It's two of us with three hoes, we ballin
Like LeBron If you scared of jail, then why you do the crime? Know you not my kind, know you not my slime
Send the money to cashapp , or send that shit to Chime
I was down back on my dick, I had to get to a bag
And a lot of niggas broke, yeah, that's why they mad
Young nigga world, I don't be with Melly Heavy on lean , you can tell by my belly
Hold up ', huh, huh, huh, wait, wait, wait, wait Young nigga world, I don't be with Melly
Heavy only, you can tell by my belly Ball as a team, let's go get a ring
Amiri my jeans, my pocket look' heavy Stuffing my pockets with cheese like pizza rolls
I'm trustin' grams like pizza dough Astronaut kid, I'm smokin' moon rock
It got me slurrin' and talkin' slow FNN scar with a telescope
You can get killed what we boxin' for ? Hundred round drum on the Glock 26
Everybody gone' fall like some dominos , yo
Free Muwop , that's my dog for sure I feel like I'm lil baby, I drop my low
So what you talkin' for? Two Glocks on me, Hold 80
He just wolfing ', he ain't bout that life His sister must've raised him
Heard there's a hundred racks on his head We pulled a home invasion
I ain't got a steal from no man I want it, I'ma take it
Get to the bag, stay with some motion You gon' start elevatin', they sleepin' on me
I don't know them, that mean them niggas hatin
I served a judge, wife grams She told me her husband racist
Bitch, I came from the bottom of the bottom like the basement
Gave you some food off my plate to eat You still was ungrateful
Yeah, my pockets gettin' fat, cause I'm sorry for the wait
Uber Eats or DoorDash, baby, I ain't doin' dates
Grew up in the jungle, beatin' on my chest, feel like an ape
You ain't got no money, nigga, all you do is f*ckin' hate
Yeah, that shit a shame, yeah, we ain't playin' games
Lost art and lost herm, yeah, I ain't been the same, yeah
Nigga, you ain't get no bag, you broke as f*ck, lil' nigga
That's why you mad, nigga, long live erm
Long live herm bitch ,
Long live art bitch
I can tell these niggas broke, cause they always in they feelings
Countin' up in the basement, stack it higher than the ceiling
Went through a lot of shit, so hell yeah, a nigga healing
I know some niggas in the hood probably f*ckin', still killing
I'ma give you a tip, ahhhhhhhhhh, eh I'ma give you a tip, like, king, I'm standing
On the business High as f*ck on another planet, and I ain't
Talkin' fitness Tired of these niggas talkin' shit, but they
F*ckin' snitchin' Tired of these niggas think they hollin', but
They really bitchin' It's two of us with three hoes, we ballin
Like LeBron If you scared of jail, then why you do the crime? Know you not my kind, know you not my slime
Send the money to cashapp , or send that shit to Chime
I was down back on my dick, I had to get to a bag
And a lot of niggas broke, yeah, that's why they mad
Young nigga world, I don't be with Melly Heavy on lean , you can tell by my belly
Hold up ', huh, huh, huh, wait, wait, wait, wait Young nigga world, I don't be with Melly
Heavy only, you can tell by my belly Ball as a team, let's go get a ring
Amiri my jeans, my pocket look' heavy Stuffing my pockets with cheese like pizza rolls
I'm trustin' grams like pizza dough Astronaut kid, I'm smokin' moon rock
It got me slurrin' and talkin' slow FNN scar with a telescope
You can get killed what we boxin' for ? Hundred round drum on the Glock 26
Everybody gone' fall like some dominos , yo
Free Muwop , that's my dog for sure I feel like I'm lil baby, I drop my low
So what you talkin' for? Two Glocks on me, Hold 80
He just wolfing ', he ain't bout that life His sister must've raised him
Heard there's a hundred racks on his head We pulled a home invasion
I ain't got a steal from no man I want it, I'ma take it
Get to the bag, stay with some motion You gon' start elevatin', they sleepin' on me
I don't know them, that mean them niggas hatin
I served a judge, wife grams She told me her husband racist
Bitch, I came from the bottom of the bottom like the basement
Gave you some food off my plate to eat You still was ungrateful
Yeah, my pockets gettin' fat, cause I'm sorry for the wait
Uber Eats or DoorDash, baby, I ain't doin' dates
Grew up in the jungle, beatin' on my chest, feel like an ape
You ain't got no money, nigga, all you do is f*ckin' hate
Yeah, that shit a shame, yeah, we ain't playin' games
Lost art and lost herm, yeah, I ain't been the same, yeah
Nigga, you ain't get no bag, you broke as f*ck, lil' nigga
That's why you mad, nigga, long live erm
Long live herm bitch ,
Long live art bitch
Writer: Damarko Haynes
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