Jarren Benton – We On Lyrics

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Came up from that gutter now we on, bitch
Moved out my momma house and got my own shit
Fuck these niggas hating, I’m on my own dick
Please don’t blow my high I’m in my zone, bitch
Remember when they said I wouldn’t make it

Now we get this guap, these niggas hating
Came up from the gutter now we on, bitch
Fuck these niggas hating, I’m on my own dick

Codeine, soda pop, pour it up, sip it
Good afternoon, hoe, Jarren back up in them bitches
Dope boy still whipping crack in the kitchen
Nigga hungry, don’t know how to act in this condition
Pray to God he don’t leave us trapped in this position
Drop a mix tape, damn I hope these niggas listen
Faggot A&R with their damn criticism
I’m a fucking beast, bitch, this a damn lyricism
I’ll slaughter you niggas
Get the DNA, fuck around and father you niggas
FV we don’t want a part of you niggas
No bath salts but I’ll eat the heart of you niggas
I’m appalled at you niggas
If I ain’t the shit tell me what you call this, you niggas
I’m Illuminati, I don’t get involved with these niggas
Fuck around with Mr. Benton and you all get disfigured
Shout out to my chop, A-town, bitch, come to my block
East side nigga, never hung around cops
All eyes on me like I hung around Pac
Best day she gonna lick the cum from my cock
Pow, hit a nigga with the gun in my sock
I’m high as hell, Dizzy, what’d you put in my pot?
FV 2013, bitch I won’t stop, like

Came up from that gutter now we on, bitch
Moved out my momma house and got my own shit
Fuck these niggas hating, I’m on my own dick
Please don’t blow my high I’m in my zone, bitch
Remember when they said I wouldn’t make it
Now we get this guap, these niggas hating
Came up from the gutter now we on, bitch
Fuck these niggas hating, I’m on my own dick

Who the hottest in the game coming with it?
Dizzy Wright looking nice on the low-low
Solo Dolo was the hit
You gotta admit, if I ain’t the shit, what is this?
Last year, you wanna know what you missed?
Everything that got me up on the list
22, but all these grown bitches feeling a nigga
I don’t talk about it if it don’t exist
Niggas wanna get on but I’m a long way from going home
Going hard ’til the day that I’m old
While I’m on shit, I’m cross-fitted in Vegas
Sipping this Honey Jack shit ’til it’s gone
Everybody wanna kick it in the V.I.P. with Jarren Benton and the DIZ
See I’mma be this way ’til I motherfucking DIE
She wanna party? That’s cool, but let me see ID
‘Cause we out here with the rapping
Stunting is a habit but it’s fashion
I understand that a young nigga doing his thing
But I ain’t fucking with the young ratchets
In there, you think you’re cool, but I been there
You been whack, I’m angry like a nigga tryina get his kids back
Heads spinning, I’mma kick back
I ain’t gonna trip, yeah, I’mma get it in and then dipsack

Came up from that gutter now we on, bitch
Moved out my momma house and got my own shit
Fuck these niggas hating, I’m on my own dick
Please don’t blow my high I’m in my zone, bitch
Remember when they said I wouldn’t make it
Now we get this guap, these niggas hating
Came up from the gutter now we on, bitch
Fuck these niggas hating, I’m on my own dick

King shit, barley loaf
Big spliff, Cali smoke,
Get ripped, barely choke
Zip shit, man, we dope
Got us off the block ’cause the beef’s all mean
Got us off the block ’cause I eat off green
Heat off teens, geeked off beans
Slap a motherfucker, then I squeak off clean
Candy sorter, macking bitch, I’m candy quarters stacking
Make me snap and grab that ratched from my Ralph Lauren fashion
Tucking, squeeze in this ammo, rest in peace on this mano
Took his bitch and killed that pussy like second season Soprano
Had a good one, now you don’t wanna quit
Hit him with the butt of the click
Gun on my hip, I’m done shoveling shit
Started from the bottom now I’m under your bitch
Death defying, testing, lying
They testifying so it’s best to fry ’em
Like the best suppliers, I’m the next Goliath
Dress so fresh, better pesticide ’em

Remember me, the nigga that you said wouldn’t make it
Got a base-side whore in the bed, butt-naked
Zac Morris nigga, I’m a problem, I’m a headache
12’s in the back, got ’em kicking like Pel?
Kato on a warm day, might be in L.A.
Nice breeze, palm trees, hanging with the es?s
Heard about the gun ban yesterday my homeboy
Went and got a motherfucking SK for me to fill
Some days I feel foe, though, ‘ solo
Can’t shake the problems in my life they won’t roll off
Lately I’ve been hanging around Kan like hold off
Feeling paranoid, am I tripping on all y’all?
Life’s in the land, I might go bananas
No boss here, my nigga, my pen on this canvas
These voices I hear, when they call me I answer
Keep feeding me rappers, I’ll eat ’em like cancer
I go ape shit, I am not a human being, speak a different language
Shorty give me stupid head, call the hoe brainless
Funny what these sucker niggas do to get famous
Check 1, 2, I got a couple screws loose
Niggas can’t hang like a fucking loose noose
My high coming down I need a fucking parachute
Damn fucked around and let the animals loose

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