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feat. Elz Jenkins
[Hook: Jarren Benton]
Donât fuck with that boy, donât play with that boy, heâs out of his mind
24 hours 7 days of the week been out of my grind (PUT ME ON!)
So high in the sky, so bright like a diamond would shine (SHININâ HO!)
Fall up in the beat turned up with nothinâ but the money on my mind
OJ, ride around the hood like OJ
Sippin on gin and OJ
Blow a whole O of that OJ
On the white girl like OJ
All my nigga locked up like OJ
Killinâ everything like OJ
My clique sick, bitch, we ain't okay
[Verse 1: Jarren Benton]
Guess whoâs peepinâ on your window
With an automatic laser gun aiminâ at your temple
Word to my kin folk
Your ho blow a nigga like a fucked up game from an oldschool Nintendo
Bitch, I did sick since an embrio, yup ho I finnaâ blow
How the hell these body parts end up in this envelope
I had a couple meetings with Def Jam and Interscope
My hopes got shot down I thought that I was in the do'
Back to reality, now Iâm on top like nigga fuck gravity
You mad at me I fill a gym sock up with batteries
I beat âem in the fuckinâ head, thatâs a fatality
Fuck you and a random whore by the name of Natalie
You niggas couldnât shake me, move me or rattle me
Baby, Iâm an animal, you donât wanna battle me
I can dance with the devil inside of a ball room
Nigga, fuck all you, this is Funk Volume, pop a Valium
In a bathroom with a crack whore, and write about it on my brand new album
Niggas on powder, I ainât talkinâ Talcum
Waitinâ by the window with a gun like Malcolm
X, money, cars, whores, sex, blades, knives, pumps, techs
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Elz Jenkins]
Trap boom with my trap bum
Turn the bread, this kinda scary
4 phones, 3 scales, two candy cribs, Mariah Carey
Like hold up, jog, motherfuck what these haters sayinâ
Nigga, hold up, jog, money âround the clock like Iâm Flavor Flav
Niggas ainât hard enough to sell hard
They too soft to sell soft
Yâall pop the Molly, I sell the Molly, donât fuck with Pill like Rick Ross
That spread game so strapped, talk shit and I clap
Leave a nigga tongue by feet, and his lung by cheek
Man, I left a nigga abstract
Nigga talk drug but I made that bread
Talkinâ they cake but I made that spread
Nigga talk shit bet he end up dead
When I see your bitch bet I get that head
Nigga kick shit, nigga fuck your goalie
When I strapped leave a nigga so wholey
Weâll crash your crib and weâll snatch your kids
Me and Jarren Benton so Kony
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Jarren Benton]
Killinâ everything like OJ
Dick in the mouth like Colgate
I donât fuck with them boys, they so gay
Trigger down them whores, no way
PBR baby, fuck Rosay
Iâm on a big geek like 4 days
Who the fuck scared of you
I bury you, we got the Theraflu
I told you niggas I ainât okay
Cheers to a New Year
Whores say he too weird
Chuck a whole can, fuck two beers
You ainât from the A, suck a nigga, just move here
Nigga fuck high, Iâm nuclear
Act a fool here, so turned up, lock green and turn up
If it ainât about bread, it ainât concern us
When itâs spring, summer time
Iâm a fucker, get a five ??? burn up
[Hook]
- Album:
- Slow Motion 2
- Slow Motion (EP)
- Slow Motion Vol. 1
- My Grandmas Basement
- Freebasing With Kevin Bacon
- A3C Volume 1
- The XXL Freshmen 2014 Mixtape
- Slow Motion
- Gimmie the Loot
- Skitzo
- Kid Cannabis (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack)
- Skitzo - Single
- Slow Motion, Vol. 2
- Jarren Benton Meets Smka: Huffing Glue With Hasselhoff
- Razor Blades and Steak Knives (feat. Hemi)
- Yuck Fou
- A3C, Vol. 1