Bench Warmers

Lyrics

[Intro: Bla$ta] ([?]) See if they that bold Left, bunch a nigga name back, though, nobody got back though Ain't gotta diss shit I just dish it, see if they dig it Left on that [?][0:21] If you ain't shooty, you should pass that Uh, hit my Cash App Shit, skrrt, still spinnin' [Verse 1: Bla$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'?