His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy

There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti

He's nervous, but on the surface, he looks calm and ready

To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting

What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so lou-

(Benny what are you doing ?)

(four3va)

thats my twiny, twin, twin ya huh

936 sl, sl

Ya, 3x done got up in that mode

Heard bruh dissin' on the net, im sending hits right on my phone

Carry sticks man fuck a box on lil glock, I like them poles

**** sacrificed his own kind, i think he sold his soul ha

**** cant compete with me lil 3x chilling off the stu

Paper chasing til I die, this shit forever with my crew

See how much money I done blew, i spent $2,000 on sum shoes

Bitch i'm really having pape all of my pockets filled with blue

Leave ya bleeding on the sidewalk, if he think that he can play me

Damn this shit so crazy, lil bruh had got rocked just like a baby

Told me do a show up in the A, I said they gotta pay me

Bluetooth glock this bitch connect them hollows send yo ass to davis

Ha, ya, yeah im talmbout cathy

Fucking with this bitch you know she fine, yeah she my lil baddie

Sorry, but lil cameo cant have no baby right now sadly

They had found his bro slumped on the ground, his ass died in a alley

Huh yeah , yeah that shit was tragic

These fuck boys never did shit to lil cam, so wassup with that cappin'

All these **** really be sum hoes so why tryna dap me

Think ion' got my fye, yo ass crazy bitch im never lacking

Got twenty one problems but rockout like ima fuckin' savage

You say you a gangster, **** what ?

You a bitch you ain't slide

Word around the city, **** got hit up with that gen five

I got blood up on my shirt, wash this shit down with sum tide

These bitches never keep it real dont trust these hoes, they ass be lyin'

Many men had tried to kill but won't go like fifty

Yeah you kissed that bitch she sucked the whole gang up boy you tripping

You can ask these **** around, i never got slimed for my glizzy

Let me chill i'm out my body, thirty three shots just like im pippen

Im just giving **** free game, if you dont like it bitch don't listen

These hoes on my dick, like what the fuck you ain't gettin' no attention

Hit his ass with that rod, you must've thought that I was fishing

Know lil cameo be trippin' he might walk down with a smitty

**** be fake sike out, we know you pussy why you keep pretending (why you keep pretending ****)

These **** hoes, yall **** be fake siked (On god)

These **** not like that twin ( on god at all)

Why you keep pretending ?