Blood on Ben Franks Lyrics

I got blood on Ben Franks changed the name of A.R.P. to Curry

Got limitless range Boy what the fuck you talkin' bout

You's not my twin lil' nigga, we not the same

Had to show that boy I'm too cold

Yes, I'm cold, but could spark up a flame He thinkin' that he like that, okay cool

Watch the way I move Pick your poison, I could do you bad

Get your mans to slump, you too Bloody red up on the scene, he feelin' sick

I say he feelin' blue Construction hat or helmet, you need one

Cause tay gon' keep that tool We catch him, then we spin again

And spin again, we in a loop F dub B and 4FE don't ask me

Bout no other crew She think that I'm the one like Derrick Rose

I had to play her too Got rid of your big homie, say who next

Come after player two And now we after player two

And after him, we on the three Yes, my name DaVonte

But I don't know shit bout Jodeci That crazy hoe up in her feelings

She can't get a hold of me They tried to back door two face

Oh my God, you can't fuck over me I'm too turnt with my brothers

Looks come from my mother Swag come from my pops

Balenci on me need another Had to tell that boy if shit still hot

Better still get to that cover I don't care bout what she say to me

Cause she know I don't love her Twinkle, twinkle, little star

Let's show him who the fuck we are I'm two face and that's Hero

Although that's his name, we still cause harm Livin' life and takin' risks

That's why the fuck we bearin' arms they say tay you is a goat

I told him I was from Grants Farm Yeah, I told him where the fuck I'm at

Nosy hoe, we call her Dora Cause she get around with maps

Ayy, bro, let's roll down that window Update his life with this new Mac

Readin' that these hollows Hit way harder when I add the mag

They wanna catch me so bad Oh my God, they can't wait till I lack

But the only way I lack Is if I get set up, by a fuckin' knat

Or one of my fuckin' brothers Either way, we goin' tit for tat

They tryna up the score Because they stomachs turn when they see the stats

Whole gang mr put that shit on Not an opinion, that's a fact

Don't do no talkin', just get straight to work Oh yeah, I'm just like that

If the love is real, roll down that hill Like Jill, they call me Jack

He say he need a pill before he kill on drills That shit so wack

Ha ha ha, damn That nigga a rookie

I'm young as fuck and still a vet It's fucked up how they overlook me

I'ma wake em up, they cannot snooze Got no choice but to book me

Black and white bitches all on my dick They comin' straight from Snooki