"Cole Bennett" lyrics
I remember I ain't even have no dinner, nigga, now I'm eating
Steak and lobster, no more chicken tenders
I remember we was beefin' with some other killers—now they dead
'Cause really me and all my brothers spinners
I'm just sayin', when we catch him, we gon' spark his ass where he stand
Left him layin' by the garbage can in front his mans
I ain't playin'—shit get darker than pitch black
Heat go click-clack, who go harder than us?
Pray you don't become a target then
I remember when this shit got started—we was all beginners
January ain't here yet or December—middle of November, what up
I'ma keep gettin' money all winter
No limit, no law—got influence over all members
No limit, no law—fuck the rules, I'm a law bender
Always in attendance, clear the smoke, that was my agenda
All he do is bark—he ain't got no fuckin' dog in him
I grew up with heart
Pull up, put the whip in park, simple
Hop out, let it spark
Put some hollow tips in his temple
Everything a go on the menu
Name some shit I didn't do
Head shot, head shot, face, face
He got left with pimples—dimples
Now his body cold—igloo
It's official, get your issue
Mama nose need some tissue
Everybody sayin' they miss you
Rap, but I won't never diss you
No homo—the pistol kiss you
Play with lions, tigers, bears—and them bitches bit you
Cut your grass everywhere, 'cause them snakes will hiss too
Draco got a switch too
Go off like a missile
If them boys get to starvin', they eat through the gristle
Thought I heard a purr—pussy boy, it fit you
I'm rich, bitch—100k, my wrist swerve, whistle
This shit lit—I'm havin' whips, mansions, and some pentz too
When you pay that shit in cash, how they gon' evict you?
Do it better than your last—how they gon' forget you?
Get that paper, spin it
You can't take it with you
Bank with knots
Drum on the Glock—either way, you can hold fifty
Ride around with menaces
All the windows tinted
Might be rented
Hop out, shoot some shit like Cole Bennett
Steak and lobster, no more chicken tenders
I remember we was beefin' with some other killers—now they dead
'Cause really me and all my brothers spinners
I'm just sayin', when we catch him, we gon' spark his ass where he stand
Left him layin' by the garbage can in front his mans
I ain't playin'—shit get darker than pitch black
Heat go click-clack, who go harder than us?
Pray you don't become a target then
I remember when this shit got started—we was all beginners
January ain't here yet or December—middle of November, what up
I'ma keep gettin' money all winter
No limit, no law—got influence over all members
No limit, no law—fuck the rules, I'm a law bender
Always in attendance, clear the smoke, that was my agenda
All he do is bark—he ain't got no fuckin' dog in him
I grew up with heart
Pull up, put the whip in park, simple
Hop out, let it spark
Put some hollow tips in his temple
Everything a go on the menu
Name some shit I didn't do
Head shot, head shot, face, face
He got left with pimples—dimples
Now his body cold—igloo
It's official, get your issue
Mama nose need some tissue
Everybody sayin' they miss you
Rap, but I won't never diss you
No homo—the pistol kiss you
Play with lions, tigers, bears—and them bitches bit you
Cut your grass everywhere, 'cause them snakes will hiss too
Draco got a switch too
Go off like a missile
If them boys get to starvin', they eat through the gristle
Thought I heard a purr—pussy boy, it fit you
I'm rich, bitch—100k, my wrist swerve, whistle
This shit lit—I'm havin' whips, mansions, and some pentz too
When you pay that shit in cash, how they gon' evict you?
Do it better than your last—how they gon' forget you?
Get that paper, spin it
You can't take it with you
Bank with knots
Drum on the Glock—either way, you can hold fifty
Ride around with menaces
All the windows tinted
Might be rented
Hop out, shoot some shit like Cole Bennett
