Okay Den

[Intro]
Yeah
This shit off the top man
Like any other track

[Chorus]
She want some Benihana's
But she ain't even worth a meal
Can't hang if you ain't slime, I keep a gun around me for real
On the Jane that's for real
Bro lost his life, we gon' kill
Done got some crack up in my nails
Whole lotta riders here (Yeah, let's go)
Just say the word them youngins get em
We had to war with them killers daily (Yeah)
I had to drive down with the sinners baby
Say it's hot in them trenches daily
Woah with them killеrs baby (Woah)
Stacker stack you ain't try make no money
Bеtter play it right, it get ugly
I was stuck up in my zone, okay den
You left me lone, yeah save it

[Verse 1]
Yeah, you know they gon' leave you
Go grind, go stack it, gotta feed your people
Boutta hunt for a mill'
Smoking dead guys in the hills this shit for real
I lost my mind thinking my nigga gon' keep it real
Thought we was family, watch your back my nigga I'm so grimey
I stab you in your back cause nigga you betray me (Yeah)
I call that slime love
I make that music but I drill too (Yeah)
Its hard, don't play
You know my niggas really riding
I got on two watches still ain't got no timing
See I'm a show player, in the club we brought the Glock I ain't even gon speak on what we done

[Chorus]
She want some Benihana's
But she ain't even worth a meal
Can't hang if you ain't slime, I keep a gun around me for real
On the Jane that's for real
Bro lost his life, we gon' kill
Done got some crack up in my nails
Whole lotta riders here (yeah, let's go)
Just say the word them youngins get em
We had to war with them killers daily (Yeah)
I had to drive down with the sinners baby
Say it's hot in them trenches daily
Woah with them killers baby (Woah)
Stacker stack you ain't try make no money
Better play it right, it get ugly
I was stuck up in my zone, okay den
You left me lone, yeah save it

[Verse 2]
Yeah, before you leave I leave you
He ain't even going home he wants his pockets full
Playing with her and let them rockets blow (Let them)
Two perks through the night (Through the night)
Yeah I'm gonna pop up at night and I got glizzy by my side
My life is risky, ready to ride
And bro he got me ain't tweak just homicide (Homicide he die)
So much shootouts ain't go speak on
My music for the streets ain't no love songs (Ain't no love songs)
Yeah, say we catch him we give him (?) (We gave him five)
Nigga ain't taking my life I gotta ra-ra
Glock on my lap, (?)

[Chorus]
She want some Benihana's
But she ain't even worth a meal
Can't hang if you ain't slime, I keep a gun around me for real
On the Jane that's for real
Bro lost his life, we gon' kill
Done got some crack up in my nails
Whole lotta riders here (yeah, let's go)
Just say the word them youngins get em
We had to war with them killers daily (Yeah)
I had to drive down with the sinners baby
Say it's hot in them trenches daily