Lethal Weapon

[Verse 1: SEGA]
I know you love it, see the foreign fashion, when I talk she blushes
She on some thing is, she said she love me but my broski fuck it
Free my cousin, yea that nigga drumming, ain’t talking percussion
My plug is Russian, when I dap him up, it looking like we tutting
SEGA, Benjy Mane, that’s lethal weapon like our backs is touching
Secret slime Lakers, nose is runny and get my broski something
If she say no, then no touching, not even discussion
If my broski jumping off a cliff you know I’m fucking jumpin'

[Verse 2: Benjy Mane]
In the Koenigsegg
Do the dash, it got the motor fleekin'
And we rep the set
Sеcret sound but our sound ain’t a secret
And your hoе is beggin'
Can’t trust her in our city for the weekend
Shades up on my head
In the club but ain’t nobody sleepin'
And my hitter’s dread
Look you in your eye but he ain’t speakin'
Take no disrespect
Get too close, you'll get that nigga tweakin'
Do not get me vex
Me and SEGA move like we two demons
But I’m heaven sent
Angel of death, it move around me frequent

[Verse 3: SEGA]
SEGA, Benjy, seeing both sides like Chanel
All my opps I wish them well
If I freak her she gon' tell, what the hell
All these hoes be bonding after I be fucking 'em and chucking 'em
.45 have looking like you krumpin', son I’m troublesome
Me and broski living by a code, it’s in cement, if you ain’t moving right yo ass is getting left
Had to cut off some ties with people 'cause they moving dess
There’s no hi, no bye, no broski, no homie, it’s just say less

[Verse 4: Benjy Mane]
Let’s advance the plot
Had to reload on the go
Had to finesse the guap
Wake up and fill the bowl
Your hoe loosen up in the club
Got her in the eye of a cyclone
We get them bigger knots
Your shit look week, it will let go
We do not miss the mark
Better hold tight to your soul
Lethal, we levelled up
But this ain’t even final form
Disrespectful, don’t give a fuck
'Cause we got here on our own
Ain’t nobody did shit for us
Success is a lonely road

[Verse 5: SEGA]
SEGA, Benjy, that’s a fusion but no Gotenks, smoking potent, uh
I can’t do commotion with a funny man, no Conan, nah
Make her fall in love with a text but I’ll be trolling her
SEGA, Benjy, got her doing tricks while you be phoning her
Who the best? You know it’s us
Got a yg who do you for a belt, you better know what’s up
Every since I got this money I been fucking going dumb
'Member I ain’t have shit, now I do and you showing up
I can’t fucking show no love