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Benjamin Turner
Benjamin Turner
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Benjamin Turner
Benjamin Turner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Madison LST of TENS
Madison LST of TENS
Producer
BeforeIZAIAH of TENS
BeforeIZAIAH of TENS
Producer
Mirror Gazer
Mirror Gazer
Producer

Lyrics

An excessive heat warning will remain in effect for tomorrow for the majority of the Bay Area around the coastline including San Francisco. They are under a heat advisory, but just how hot are we going to get?
(Yee) You feel me?
Hype shit, ayy, look
I keep my arms up, still on gig mode
I'm never trippin' 'cause these **** got gizmos
I'm finna flip it 'til I can't, 'til I get more
I tell 'em every day, "I live 'til I can't though"
My **** like, "Goddamn, you the best, bro"
I'm like, "Hell yeah, say it with your chest though"
With the S on it, with the flex on it
I got a bad bitch since she said "Yes" on it
Let me win, let a **** go in
I ain't got no time but time in my hand
Let me just pull up, hop in
Fuck a plan, baby, let's live, ayy, baby, let's, ayy
Can a **** really go in?
Gig mode, been on ten, gig, been on ten
Let a **** really go in
Put that on mama's on kin, on mama's on—, eee
Let a **** really go in
Gig mode, been on ten, ****, been on ten
Let a **** really go in
Put that on mama's on kin, on mama's on—
On life, all good, on God
Everywhere, I'm good, on God
Let me smile, let me do it, let me mob
And all my **** know that's my job
I'm in the yoni like that's my job
RIP Yung Curt, I mob
We still hy-hy-hyphy and goin' dumb
I never trip 'cause a **** still havin' fun
I know everybody say they got the rumble pack
I ain't trippin', boy, I'll bring the drummer back
Real winner, spent winter makin' summer slaps
I'm in the villa and I'm feelin' like the Bay back
Ooh, look at him go, he so stuey
Ooh, when I be in it, she so gooey
Ooh, look at him get it, they go, "Wow"
Ooh, see how I do it, they like, "How?"
Ayy, can a **** really go in?
Gig mode, been on ten, ****, been on ten
Let a **** really go in
Put that on mama's on kin, on mama's on kin
Can a **** really go in?
Gig mode, been on ten, gig, been on ten
Let a **** really go in
Put that on mama's on kin, on—, ayy
Pull up at the party, hardly movin'
**** talkin'? Fuck that shit, we groovin'
Yeah, you know I'm tardy all the time
But parties only start when I arrive
Shmobby, that's the way I always do's it
Grew up hella faded off the music
Jacka, Fabby, Husalah was the blueprint
Just a **** out the nine to five (Five, five, five)
Written by: Benjamin Turner
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