BATTY & BENCH - Freestyle pt. II

Forget the shank, heard they said that, "Drill's dead"

Bit of mileage, rev and they're live instead

I don't know 'bout chattings, I grind instead

Fuck it, I might as well fly these pebs

Pass mode, but my clients in debt

Want my dough? You don't know violence, means bread

It's silent when the waps and the ding's in the glides intense (euff)

Look, opps can't fuck with a thug

Bust and spin, we make the Tridents come

We're live, more time, it's a 9-8 ting

I rap, but I still might provide that gun

Shotgun, two cases, two operations done, listen

They can't run, can't hide 'cah cases get flung (mhm, mhm)

The location's dumb, of course, you couldn't come (listen)

Who's said, "Drill's dead"?

Still bangin' off lead 'til everything's red

A yute got done in a corpse, but of course, we attempt (euff)

Spent two thousand on the beat, start runnin'

I hate dumb yutes on the fence

No cautions, crash, splash it with intent (yuck)

I'm vexin', a boy givin' batty and bench

This corn's like a rash, it spreads (grrt)

You ain't ever been live in the T with a live and a tee, done drills, I repent, QZ's, represent

Dumb paparazzi wan' pree the events

If the theme's red taped, it's a serious offense

I'ma back my brolo, we never fence, I'll leave you in a drench, uh

Grown men try act tough, fill 'em with cents

Check the crime scene, it's a ments, ugh

Me and my Glocks like batty and bench

Rass this span and cartridge

We attendin' the drop out, feed and revenge, boom

Side by side with a G lock, 3-point turn 'cah we blew off again

My red chop ting hold skengs

Stamp on the brown and peng

Pen sizes or attempts and a whole leap of trials, bust them, boom

It's My Turn, Lil' Baby, tell my bae, "No pictures", that's a baities

Babylon hate me, but the wok rate me

Livin' life like a crackaine in the 80's

About drill and dead, I'm dead

All the bros got bread, maybe, you're just lazy

Heard the plug got stained by a kid, that's my young thug, shit, call me feisty (tekky)

Who's said, "Drill's dead"?

Still bangin' off lead 'til everything's red

A yute got done in a corpse, but of course, we attempt (euff)

Spent two thousand on the beat, start runnin'

I hate dumb yutes on the fence

No cautions, crash, splash it with intent (yuck)

I'm vexin', a boy doin' batty and bench

This corn's like a rash, it spreads

Grrt, listen, opps can't fuck with a thug

Bust and spin, we make the Tridents come

We're live, more time, it's a 9-8 ting

I rap, but, I still might provide that gun

Listen, opps can't fuck with a thug

Bust and spin, we make the Tridents come

Woosh, woosh, tek and run

Bust and spin, we make the Tridents come