Bench Warmers

[Intro: Bla$ta]
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See if they that bold
Left, bunch a nigga name back, though, nobody got back though
Ain't gotta diss shit
I just dish it, see if they dig it
Left on that [?][0:21]
If you ain’t shooty, you should pass that
Uh, hit my Cash App
Shit, skrrt, still spinnin'

[Verse 1: Bla$ta]
They wanna talk about them niggas winnin'
Be careful what come out your mouth, might fuck off your dinner
Ayy, was so young, went and grabbed a floater just so I can spin it, nigga
Watch me get him on purpose, give a fuck if he cannin’ niggas
Bunch of niggas on a song, ain't did shit to niggas
Oldest nigga on the song ain't even pinch niggas
I know your kind, shoulda, coulda, barely win nigga
Like my last job landscape, had to trim niggas
Niggas don't know respect [?][0:54]
Niggas throw rocks in high hands, shoutout my gym nigga
Huh, I ain't ever been a joke, Rakim with it
Nigga ain't just drop a statement, he had a pen in it
Huh, see where I went with it?
Ever bring your gun back, don't ask where I went with it
Smokin', you can’t hit my weed, what you put in on it?
They ain’t want my name all gold, try to smear shit on it
Gotta see a nigga that I know before I get it in
Knew she was a fool with the head, seen how she spit on it

[Verse 2: Dolla Dame]
Yeah, she a freaky bitch
Everybody yellow motion now, niggas need to quit
Lot of niggas hatin' on my gang, tell ’em, "Suck a dick"
Sucka niggas fuckin' 'round with suckas on that sucka shit
Brodie got a stitch on his Glock, he might hit anybody
If you ain't got a stripe on your belt, gotta get a body
Niggas throw some throwback kicks, thought you was givin’ money
My bitch postin' ads right now, she tryna get it for me
We could do the math right now and I could show a hundred
I can spend a bag right now then go and blow a hundred
Stupid, keep my name out your convo
I'll throw nine to his back like he Rondo
[?][1:47], have his mama mournin' like Elonzo
Big looseleaf filled with za, fuck a Phanto
Need it pronto, ASAP, right now
Whole lotta guns in this bitch, tell him, "Pipe down"
Pick your mans up, he ain't lookin' good
We'll turn a opp to a pack, put him in a 'Wood
We'll turn a opp to a gang and have you rep 'em
You ain't get back your get-back, how you steppin'?