Provolone

Lyrics

[Intro] (Meech) [Verse 1: Beno] Uh, smack 'em into Kansas City, fuck Patrick Mahomes Countin' up a fifty, yeah, gotta hide from my ho, uh I fuck on her sister, act like that's my lil' bro He said can I front 'em? Yeah, but it's really no, uh Tell the plug send them bitches in pronto, uh Oh, you ain't know? I could cook it with a blindfold Call Bo, we sellin' smack, just keep it on the low Uh, I took an L, yeah, but fuck it, we on to the next Like a DJ, I can mix it, I can bring it back And she said she love me when she suck it, that bitch make a mess Shut up, bitch, you know this dick belong to Yvette [Verse 2: Drego] Man, just met my plug at the game, he play for the Mets Could make one-twenty off a brick, yeah, I'm a vet Bitch, before you suck my dick, I gotta smell your breath Just ran through a hundred pack and I ain't break a sweat She like, "Dreky, why you lyin'? Know you havin' sex" Shut up, bitch, I fuck your face, tryna break your neck Got a fan for this dog, tryna make a bet Thought it was a light on the Glock the way I flipped this switch I'm still sellin' work, I told my mom I went legit I got these niggas mad, I be with Catch a Body Rick I'll raise the body count even though I'm rich [Verse 3: Beno] Shut up, bitch, I'll fuck around and send a blitz I'll raise the body count another ten percent What you gon' do with that but make me mad up in this bitch? Woo [Chorus: Beno & Drego] Lil' bitch pussy ghetto goals, she got super dome (She got super dome) Pour a four, ride through the zone, shit, I got provolone (Shit, I got provolone) Shit, anything I fuckin' touch, shit, watch me get it gone (Boy) Uh, this a million-dollar phone, ain't callin' for a ho (Brrt, hello?) Lil' bitch pussy ghetto goals, she got super dome (She got super dome) Pour a four, ride through the zone, shit, I got provolone (Shit, I got provolone) Shit, anything I fuckin' touch, shit, watch me get it gone (Boy) Uh, this a million-dollar phone, ain't callin' for a ho (Brrt, hello?) [Verse 4: Drego] Oh, he think he layin' low, I know where he be at Pull up on 16 and Foster askin' like, "Where Key at?" (Ayy, where that nigga Key at?) Tryna catch me at my show, shootin' at his dome (Yeah) Uh, niggas playin' fed games, keep callin' on the phone (Bitch) Heard he got a leg, but the beam'll blow his dome Uh, try to walk me in the door, I upped it like it's on, uh (Boy) Nigga wanna know where I be at, pull up to the Zone Have a nigga on a magazine just like Rolling Stone [Verse 5: Beno] Have your bitch all on the scene, got her playin' roles I still got a thousand jeans I ain't never sold Ain't too many interstates ain't never rode Uh, niggas tend to fold when the walls start to close Yeah, I bet you ain't even know the money in the floor Yeah, this brick can make a baby, it's a motherlode I got this mix from my unky, he said, "Here you go" (Meech) I hit a lick on my bitch uncle, she ain't even know [Verse 6: Drego] The blicky tucked behind my buckle, it don't even show Been on the road shit for a year, they like, "Where you go?" (Woo) [Chorus: Beno & Drego] Lil' bitch pussy ghetto goals, she got super dome (She got super dome) Pour a four, ride through the zone, shit, I got provolone (Shit, I got provolone) Shit, anything I fuckin' touch, shit, watch me get it gone (Boy) Uh, this a million-dollar phone, ain't callin' for a ho (Brrt, hello?) Lil' bitch pussy ghetto goals, she got super dome (She got super dome) Pour a four, ride through the zone, shit, I got provolone (Shit, I got provolone) Shit, anything I fuckin' touch, shit, watch me get it gone (Boy) Uh, this a million-dollar phone, ain't callin' for a ho (Brrt, hello?)