Rello YNE - At Ya Neck (feat. Benny Deville) Lyrics

This rap shit is in me my 'niggahs they wit me
Make a couple hundred every week still fill like I'm counting up pennies
'Ion even drink for real so when I'm off da 'henny you turn to my enemy
Me and young "Benny" gone get to these 'benjys you 'talkin 'bout hoes we got plenty

Bullets on the table the camera catch my angle I steal my neighbors cable drinking syrup it's not maple
Bitches they ain't faithful they rude and 'f*ckin hateful I stick too myself smoke and count this paper

'La bitch bent on the table
Beat 'dat 'la baby rock 'dat crattle
I'm 'tryna get to the paper get me a mansion and by me some acres

My 'trappin is not regular fly as f*ck no propeller tell karma I'm not scared of her I can make that kitty pur

For real I make that 'lil kitty talk too me
F*ck 'ha too good had her 'stalkin me
Block 'dat 'la bitch she kept 'callin me

'Callin them fouls like a referee
'Drippin On 'em like "Texas Pete"
Popped a bean I can't go to sleep
Nobody else go as hard as me
BLOW BLOW BLOW felony

We 'doin hip hop
You get 'yo shit rocked
Talk to 'yo bitch make 'ha drip drop
Me and "Kaywon" used to be on the block we was 'runnin from 12 in some flip flops

We from the dirt so we know the hurt we making it work smoking the purp
My sauce is so silly the dope is so sticky I'm smoking a philly fat blunts you feel me

Bitch can you feel me
She heard me rap and now she 'tryna come feel on me
I'm geeked fill 'dat pill on me
She on 'dat white girl 'dat hoe on dat "Hillary"
'Deez 'niggahs ain't 'hearin me
'Deez 'niggahs they def and they sleep get 'em off the scene
I like too smoke 'hella gas smoking blunts back too back now dreaming like "Dr. King"

Chasing these checks no need to flex
I know we the best we coming up next no competition
We 'breaking their necks exterminate 'em like they some pest
I'm 'flippin the weight she 'poppin the script
'Pourin Up dirty she 'wanna sip
All white .380 unloading the clip paper 'chasin I'm 'coutin my chips

I'm 'tryna get ink dat don't fade
Ain't scary I'll shoot you 'yo fade
I got a shooter shooting fade away
U take anything u gone pay today
Fire fighters they gone spray away
'Finna take a 'vacay were them gators stay
Young 'Niggah 'Eatin I'm 'gainin weight
"B.B.E" might take yo chain away

Bitch its pay day
Me and "Rello" on 'vacay
We from the south but fly to "L.A"
"Rome, GA" on my license plate

I think 'ima real bad dude
We get pulled over put 'da bag in 'ha boobs
Bitch from 'outta town I smash at 'da room
Got my own shit on repeat on "iTunes"

For real
Young 'niggah 'eatin 'niggah
"B.B.E" shit 'niggah f*ck you 'tambout
"Last Plan B"
I'm coming for your necks once again