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Benadryl, yeah We ain't really squashing no beef (Fatman productions), bitch, it's benadryl Ayy, ayy In my hood you can't pop out, 'cause it get trencherous Body bag, no face mask, we won't mention it Yeah, yeah Hell yeah Hell yeah, ayy In my hood, you can't pop out, 'cause it get trencherous Body bag, no face mask, we won't mention it No pass, for an opp, when I up on you, that's instant kill No pass, when I stand this .40, you can't take Benadryl, yeah Foenem riding round with them .30's 'Cause a fuck nigga like how lil' bro do 'em dirty Nobody that beef with me, boy we gon' hurt em Yeah, way before rap we been geekin' off them perkies Face shots took with accuracy I'm from the streets, no rappin' beef He know he ain't after me, gang 6300, we bleed the shit Run from the 12, don't leave the blick Ride thru the opps, we see some shit Bus stop, left him at the bus stop Slippin' at that bus stop SongtextePut him to sleep, he up top Gang, these Glocks came with switches Every Glock got an extended Everybody license suspended We be in traffic on business I be in traffic with killers Yeah, catch him, traffic He shaking like asses Blast him, bag him, kill a nigga, I'm just handsome He say I'm a bitch I'm just the young nigga that he ran from Bitch I’m plugged in, ain’t one hood in the city I can’t come In my hood, you can't pop out, 'cause it get trencherous Body bag, no face mask, we won't mention it No pass, for an opp, when I up on you, that's instant kill No pass, I stand this .40, you can't take Benadryl, yeah Fucked around riding with them .30's 'Cause a fuck nigga like how lil' bro do 'em dirty Nobody that beef with me, boy we gon' hurt em Yeah, way before rap we been geekin' off them Perkies Stopped sippin lean, 'cause I grew me a plug Coulda played ball, but I wanted to be a thug Rest in peace pack, nigga showin' fake love We up that scope, nigga, hit em' with a slug You gotta watch out who you react with, chopper psh with the max spit You be dead off association, gotta watch out who you snap with Bitch, we not from 63rd , but we fuck with Zay' nem And Pluto stayed off them drugs, had to keep some Ray Bans I hate opp hoes, opp niggas, and I hate friends Last nigga died in the SRT, that's what I hate vans Hellcat skrt off, in the Airbnb with my shirt off But niggas in the lane on my radar, T-Man off the pills with the AR Yeah, yeah, it get trencherous They my opps, but you my cousin, just don't get in this He ain't gon' shoot because he fidgetin' In my hood, you can't pop out, 'cause it get trencherous Body bag, no face mask, we won't mention it No pass, for an opp, when I up on you, that's instant kill No pass, I stand this .40, you can't take Benadryl, yeah Foenem ridin' round with them .30's 'Cause a fuck nigga like how lil' bro do 'em dirty Nobody that beef with me, boy we gon' hurt em Yeah, way before rap we been geekin' off them Perkies Aus Songtexte Mania