Jarren Benton

Jarren Benton - We On lyrics

rate me

Came up from that gutter now we on, bitch

Moved out my momma house and got my own shit

Fuck these niggas hating, I'm on my own dick

Please don't blow my high I'm in my zone, bitch

Remember when they said I wouldn't make it

Now we get this guap, these niggas hating

Came up from the gutter now we on, bitch

Fuck these niggas hating, I'm on my own dick

Codeine, soda pop, pour it up, sip it

Good afternoon, hoe, Jarren back up in them bitches

Dope boy still whipping crack in the kitchen

Nigga hungry, don't know how to act in this condition

Pray to God he don't leave us trapped in this position

Drop a mix tape, damn I hope these niggas listen

Faggot A&R with their damn criticism

I'm a fucking beast, bitch, this a damn lyricism

I'll slaughter you niggas

Get the DNA, fuck around and father you niggas

FV we don't want a part of you niggas

No bath salts but I'll eat the heart of you niggas

I'm appalled at you niggas

If I ain't the shit tell me what you call this, you niggas

I'm Illuminati, I don't get involved with these niggas

Fuck around with Mr. Benton and you all get disfigured

Shout out to my chop, A-town, bitch, come to my block

East side nigga, never hung around cops

All eyes on me like I hung around Pac

Best day she gonna lick the cum from my cock

Pow, hit a nigga with the gun in my sock

I'm high as hell, Dizzy, what'd you put in my pot?

FV 2013, bitch I won't stop, like

Came up from that gutter now we on, bitch

Moved out my momma house and got my own shit

Fuck these niggas hating, I'm on my own dick

Please don't blow my high I'm in my zone, bitch

Remember when they said I wouldn't make it

Now we get this guap, these niggas hating

Came up from the gutter now we on, bitch

Fuck these niggas hating, I'm on my own dick

Who the hottest in the game coming with it?

Dizzy Wright looking nice on the low-low

Solo Dolo was the hit

You gotta admit, if I ain't the shit, what is this?

Last year, you wanna know what you missed?

Everything that got me up on the list

22, but all these grown bitches feeling a nigga

I don't talk about it if it don't exist

Niggas wanna get on but I'm a long way from going home

Going hard 'til the day that I'm old

While I'm on shit, I'm cross-fitted in Vegas

Sipping this Honey Jack shit 'til it's gone

Everybody wanna kick it in the V.I.P. with Jarren Benton and the DIZ

See I'mma be this way 'til I motherfucking DIE

She wanna party? That's cool, but let me see ID

‘Cause we out here with the rapping

Stunting is a habit but it's fashion

I understand that a young nigga doing his thing

But I ain't fucking with the young ratchets

In there, you think you're cool, but I been there

You been whack, I’m angry like a nigga tryina get his kids back

Heads spinning, I'mma kick back

I ain't gonna trip, yeah, I'mma get it in and then dipsack

Came up from that gutter now we on, bitch

Moved out my momma house and got my own shit

Fuck these niggas hating, I'm on my own dick

Please don't blow my high I'm in my zone, bitch

Remember when they said I wouldn't make it

Now we get this guap, these niggas hating

Came up from the gutter now we on, bitch

Fuck these niggas hating, I'm on my own dick

King shit, barley loaf

Big spliff, Cali smoke,

Get ripped, barely choke

Zip shit, man, we dope

Got us off the block ‘cause the beef’s all mean

Got us off the block ‘cause I eat off green

Heat off teens, geeked off beans

Slap a motherfucker, then I squeak off clean

Candy sorter, macking bitch, I’m candy quarters stacking

Make me snap and grab that ratched from my Ralph Lauren fashion

Tucking, squeeze in this ammo, rest in peace on this mano

Took his bitch and killed that pussy like second season Soprano

Had a good one, now you don’t wanna quit

Hit him with the butt of the click

Gun on my hip, I'm done shoveling shit

Started from the bottom now I'm under your bitch

Death defying, testing, lying

They testifying so it's best to fry 'em

Like the best suppliers, I'm the next Goliath

Dress so fresh, better pesticide 'em

Remember me, the nigga that you said wouldn't make it

Got a base-side whore in the bed, butt-naked

Zac Morris nigga, I'm a problem, I'm a headache

12's in the back, got 'em kicking like Pelé

Kato on a warm day, might be in L.A.

Nice breeze, palm trees, hanging with the esés

Heard about the gun ban yesterday my homeboy

Went and got a motherfucking SK for me to fill

Some days I feel foe, though, … solo

Can't shake the problems in my life they won't roll off

Lately I've been hanging around Kan like hold off

Feeling paranoid, am I tripping on all y'all?

Life’s in the land, I might go bananas

No boss here, my nigga, my pen on this canvas

These voices I hear, when they call me I answer

Keep feeding me rappers, I'll eat 'em like cancer

I go ape shit, I am not a human being, speak a different language

Shorty give me stupid head, call the hoe brainless

Funny what these sucker niggas do to get famous

Check 1, 2, I got a couple screws loose

Niggas can't hang like a fucking loose noose

My high coming down I need a fucking parachute

Damn fucked around and let the animals loose

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