24/ SEVEN

[Hook: GoodManBen]
She pop the pussy for the 'Gram, you know hoe shit
I want the whole snack, yeah ain’t no portion
My whole discography mixed up potion
You can get the smoke 24/7, ain’t no closing
Got her in the palm of my hands like lotion
Got it in the bag like I’m totin'
When I’m with Ovee I’m all knowin'

[Verse 1: GoodManBen]
Here’s a notion
Take my discography mix it up just like a potion
Still got room for fucking growing
Hol' up your sounding like token
I guess that means that I am omnipotent
Bout to cross the line and fuckin snort it
Just like the government, they cannot touch me I am too important
My new bitch is foreign she imported
Hope she do not get dеported
I don’t wanna find another dick storage
Fast forward whеn I’m tourin
Got the bag and spend it all on clothing
We got beef I let it go like my jewelry it’s frozen
You got a grudge and hold it?
Pull up to the court then
You can talk your shit we can see you get folded
1-2-3-4 girls like a Mormon
Keep this shit going
Most you rappers fuckin boring I’m snoring
Traveling back like delorean
Used to work for money now I make it rain its pouring
My songs are killer chemicals they chlorine
In a foreign I’m flooring it
All this money hoarding it
Dwight schrute I got subordinates
I Got your girl she sending the coordinates
Way I rap you think I’m pro at this
They finally noticing

[Verse 2: ssolumm]
Hold on, let me kill this shit
Got a room full of gassed up weed that im chillin in
I been making hits, earning over like a million
Got a fine bitch with an ass she Brazilian
I'm high as fuck, but bitch im still killin' it
Homie I'm a big dog, never been a Shih Tzu
You think you can big talk, I can do that shit too
Leave you in the floor with a broke back, go to jail and come back Feelin' like I'm motherfucking Kodak
I got tunnel vision, I be fucked up off this Prozac
Keep on makin' money like I been, bitch you know that
This not a circus, I’m poppin on Percies', I do it on purpose
I just made a purchase, I know that for certain
I’m cruisin' in a whip doin ninety I'm skrtin'
I keep doin' shit, they don’t mind me, I’m hurtin'
Fuck your pussy gimme dome first
Eight bars to the face now I don’t even know her
Put led in your ass like a pencil doin' homework
Shawty likes my bars like a kit kat
Bitch I came to fuck I don’t want none of the chit chat
Dripped from the head to the feet, I don’t miss match
Talkin' 'bout the money and the bag, talkin' this that

[Bridge: Over The Classic]
Hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, I don't think they get the point, run it back

[Verse 3: Over The Classic]
Switch the game up like that shit was an handheld
Fuck that bitch twice couldn't tell you details
Fuck it so good she start leaving me emails
I can't not fuck with no average female
Hop on the beat i feel like im absolute
Bar-to-bar nigga, start rapping like Dr. Seuss
One hoe, two hoe
Red hoe, blue hoe
Hop in the whip, start drifting the U-O (Du, du, du, du)
Start shooting like Rambo
Awkward ass nigga, I feel like I'm 'Bino
Tired of rapping, start singin' like Ceelo
Put on the mask, keep that shit on the d-low
Ovee you extra, I started acting
Ben told me preach, I started my practice
Momma told me that its time to get active
Shotting out features like shit was magdon
Bussin' is bussin', I mean that shit casually
Walk in the room and I need you to clap for me
Clothes is exotic, females erotic
She call me Senpai, I teach her in private
G in cologne, since I'm moving in silence
She wanted space, so I gave her an island
Balling my fist got me feeling like Ivan
Shit I mean Arthur
Slick with the tounge, got me put on the roster
Hanging with Ben, it just made me monster
Okay be honest

[Hook: GoodManBen]
She pop the pussy for the 'Gram, you know hoe shit
I want the whole snack, yeah ain’t no portion
My whole discography mixed up potion
You can get the smoke 24/7, ain’t no closing
Got her in the palm of my hands like lotion
Got it in the bag like I’m totin'
When I’m with Ovee I’m all knowin'