38 Spesh
Freestyle (Cocaine Cowboys)
[Intro: 38 Spesh]
Uh
Yeah
Benny, I see you, n***a
Huh
Uh
Uh
Let’s go

[Verse 1: 38 Spesh]
Yo, I could tell you all fake
Y’all ain’t move hard base, run through long cake
8-ball n***as still moving pool hall weight
When I transport, I got to call the U-Haul place
From the murder capital of New York state
Gun shoot off, bullets go through y’all face
You move far, but don’t think you all safe
Have them n***as all through y’all place
Every month, I got a new court date, every month I got a new car
Benz with the 2-door, New York plates
Putting dick in a new whore’s face
Selling quarter bricks to five, I might give you two for eight
When the drought came, y’all was starving
I had six hoes with a brick in each broad apartment
I don’t cop cars from the auction
Green spaceship, dark tint, call it Marvin the Martian
Right, I was mobbing and bossing
Glock for two reasons, robbing and flossing
Had problems, now they’re all in the coffin
Hoes give me head ‘til their jaws is exhausted
Right, I’m a slick type dude
With iced out, thick Slick Rick type jewels
CL6 so your bitch might cruise
A nice whip make a dyke bitch like dudes
Ooh, I wish a n***a might snooze
Try it, you gon’ make tonight news
Right, y’all found the right dude
My hands get dirty quicker than all white shoes
Right, I look at n***as like food
Or look at n***as like fools
Shit, if I don’t sell a brick in a day, my whole night’s screwed
I sell a brick in a day, I’m in a nice mood
Later on at night, I got your wife n***
And I’m putting pipe through her tubes
Man I live this shit, it ain’t right what I do
I do it so these can write what I do
Right
[Verse 2: Benny]
This shit won’t stop, nah, there’s too many gats
Too many bricks of coke, way too many rats
The flow been tough, the 3-pound 7
Just right, my shot will break a grown man up
I put a plan together, get away, hide up
My baby mother the getaway driver
You gon’ bleed, I’ll spit a clip
They catch me, I don’t give a shit, I don’t plead innocent
The kush my favorite, soda and the scale on the table
I know she ‘bout to cook my favorite
Hope I don’t get took by agents
Come share a cell with a n***a with a foot [?]
The weight going cheap
I can pop the trunk to show you a bag heavier than Skateboard P
It’s a horror flick when the [?] click
Bitches on my dick [?] an enormous list
I suggest the chef make sure the raw is whipped
And the shooters gonna make sure the [?] rich
She bugging, so I tell her her [?] drive and be cool
You could give me brain like an Ivy League school
She said, I got faith, I told her I believe too
So next time you have that yay, tell ‘em I’ma need two
I get them like this, it’s [?] shorty
I could turn your life to a success story
No matter how you’re saying it, it’s the Mayor, bitch
I could move the work before I’m done weighing it
Shooting for the top with a 30 30
Big birds on my block like Bert and Ernie
It might just hit me, the workers chirp me
Bring them white chicks with me, Laverne & Shirley
Money on the table and money on the way
My kush bill a hundred it a day
And it’s surely, my n***a
[Outro: Benny]
Cheah
What y’all wanna do?
Ha
I just thought I’ll ask
Spesh, what up?
Cheah
And I’m back