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nay benz – top 3 lyrics

[intro: nay benz]
like, ah, like, ah
83rd, no l’zzz, n+gga
like word to my dead, n+ggas know what’s goin’ on, you heard?

[verse 1: nay benz & day ryer]
first things first, n+gga, stay off my d+ck
rah did bad, he got shot with a brick
bend through the fours tryna catch me a hit, like
how many n+ggas got slapped with the whip?
“notti gang” what? n+ggas never got back (it’s saucy)
we was on they block tryna catch me a bag
bend through the fours tryna catch me a hat, like
oh my god, look what happened to trap, ah

[chorus: nay benz]
every time it was wreck, i was usin’ my knock
p, huncho, both of them shot
they know my bop, [mrs. twitchy chop?]
if he loaf on that block, he get put in a box
if he lack on that block, i’ma clear it
he was screamin’ for help, we can’t hear it
lost bro, ain’t gon’ lie, i was tearin’
i was on they block two deep, i was flarin’
feel like frank, got thе knock on my tommy
i can’t wait ’til i run into yommy
spin through my block, word to bro, it get slimy (like, grrah)
shot after shot, word to bro, n+gga, try mе (like, grrah)
[verse 2: day ryer]
like, shot after shot when i run into taevin
beam on his back, no, runnin’ can’t save him
i’m on the hill tryna hop out and—
like, i’m on the hill tryna hop out and caine ’em
dudey, you know we smokin’ your pops
ek, you know we smokin’ your pops
you and your sister got shot on that block, like
talkin’ on kev, but what happened to dot?
stupid, you gotta get off our c+ck
f+ck charlie, and noah got stomped on his top
like, you gotta get off our c+ck
f+ck charlie, and noah got stomped on his—
like, i’m on the doubles lookin’ for wreck
i’m on that block where p got stretched
shoot out the v, you not s, like
wanna turn card, gotta clap at a jet
(like, i’m on the doubles lookin’ for wreck)
(i’m on that block where p got stretched)
(shoot out the v, you not s, like)
(wanna turn card, gotta clap at a jet)

[verse 3: eddy sb]
ain’t nowhere to run when the slaughters arrive
i came with my gun, if he run, he gon’ die
mdotty got shot on the fourth of july
i pop me a yellow, smoke bp, i’m fried
on the real, i’ve been smokin’ them guys
i can’t forget omi and jaytee, no lie
if you jack the bros, you better slide
late night, all black, gon’ hop in that ride
i’m from 83rd, not the deuce or the first
doubles be cryin’, we did ’em the worst
mdotty, p, n+ggas both on a shirt
if i’m slidin’ with [ft?], that boy in the dirt
we see the opps, put that sh+t in reverse
hop out and flock, n+ggas know how we work
lack on his b+tch, bullets makin’ her twerk
and the way i could go, they gon’ up that sh+t first
slide through on feet tryna catch me a starter
nowhere to run, all these bullets go farther
slide through with dyk+, ain’t no way you could guard her
dudeylo tight ’cause we smokin’ his father, like
[chorus: nay benz & day ryer]
every time it was wreck, i was usin’ my knock
p, huncho, both of them shot
they know my bop, [mrs. twitchy chop?]
if he loaf on that block, he get put in a box
if he lack on that block, i’ma clear it
he was screamin’ for help, we can’t hear it
lost bro, ain’t gon’ lie, i was tearin’
i was on they block two deep, i was flarin’
feel like frank, got the knock on my tommy
i can’t wait ’til i run into yavi
spin through my block, word to bro, it get slimy
shot after shot, word to bro, n+gga, try me (like, grrah, 83rd)

- nay benz lyrics

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