Benjicold, why you icy?
Slayworld Soldier

[Intro: Summrs]
Woah, Benji let's go, Benji-
Benji let's go (Yeah)
Benji let's go

[Verse 1: Summrs]
I don't really be on too much I just be off the pills, off the pills
Made six figures by myself so I'm screaming "Fuck a deal", yeah
This LV bracelet on my wrist it cost a whole fit, nah, for real, woah, yeah
Nah, for real, I love my n***as
Big ole' gas in my wood, I don't fuck with the Swishers
I hope you know that I'm good, I don't need you my n***a
(Fucking thing has been there for three days! What am I gonna do, not look at it?)

[Verse 2: Summrs]
Got the perc's through TSA, woah
You trying to be me ok (Yeah)
The whip go fast, it's a CLA
I hop on the beat and I motivate
She hop on the dick and she rotate
I'm moving too slow 'cause I poured a eight
The Tesla drive itself, accelerate (And we're gonna blow that fucking truck back to Columbia!)
Bitch got a pint, let's celebrate
She say that she celibite
Pockets on fat like a elephant
Real ass perc's, I ain't popping fent'
Fell in love once but not again
This bitch keep saying I'm selfish
She still off the drugs I can't help it
I hopped on the beat and I nailed it (Benji, what the fuck is wrong with you?)
Can't fuck with these n***as, they telling
I'm real Slay World Soulja, these n***as be wannabe
I ain't rich yet but I'm gonna be
You said that's your bitch but she on her knees
Converse about the bands on the balcony
[Bridge: Summrs]
Balcony (Woah, woah)
Balcony (Woah, woah, woah)
Balcony (Woah, woah)
I just hope all my n***as stay down
She don't really love me she just want to be around
I'ma hit your line when I touch down
I know it's been a while since I been in town
Last year I was out my bag, I'm in it now
I know it's been a while since I been in town
Last year I was out my bag, I'm in it now

[Verse 2: Abaddon27]
I'm in this bitch with packrunning Summr
Y'all taking fake xan's that's a real bummer
You could have your bitch back I don't even want her
N***a talk loud but I make him pipe down
I got a .40 on me right now
This ain't no movie but I take his lights out
In a coupe like go, go, go, go
Get you right for the low, low, low, low (Sheo, shh)
Choppa gon sing fa-la-la-la
Laugh at his ass, ha ha ha ha
Your bitch ugly, she look like Lord Farquaad
2019, yeah, I'm still doing fraud
Got the xans on me right now
Got the xans on me right now
Xans on me right now
Got the xans on me right now