Lyrics Don't Tell HER - Benny St. Claire

Roll up a sack I'm tryna get high
You sat on that pack for a month it got dry
Crossing my tees and I'm dotting my eyes
He got a put on a tee I ain't bat an eye

Twin glocks put him up in the sky
They'll whoever them hoes is Bi
But they ain't no chicks, they got some
And they if they unload it a a die

Trapping across the pacific but listen I ain't finna get too specific
Come get your out my mentions, she talk like she know me, it's getting explicit
You need a zip? Come get it, I don't know that, finesse wit the midget
I hit my folk outta town, they just flew in a bird finna serve them some pigeons (Oh)

Patron in my liver I'm sipping, but I'm sipping slow you ain't catching me slipping
Yeah, I sip it slowly don't act like you know me, tryna dap like we homies
Lil buddy you tripping
I saw him throw that down when I told em "what's up" turned into
You only know me from rapping but all of my they know me from flipping

Came along way from trapping abandoned that's why I could never take nothing for granted
I need it straight off the brick serve a ball of the soft like I pitch underhanded
I fell in love wit the money I pray it don't turn to a fatal attraction
I'm talking capital murder you typing in capital letters, I'm laughing

Haaaaaa

We not the same
Money my lan-guage
Broke gone hate dis
(Oh Oh) yeah yeah
Gimme dat brain
She went to Cambridge
Don't tell my main
(Oh Oh) Yeah yeah
We not the same
Money my lan-guage
Broke gone hate dis
(Oh Oh) yeah yeah
Gimme dat brain
She went to Cambridge
Don't tell my main
(Oh Oh) Yeah yeah