Young Ben - Hype (Remix) lyrics

[Verse: Young Ben] Man I'm done being silent Pull up in Lexus like its 07, I just hit a lick, I gotta hit a next one Feeling like Weezy F in 07, see a lot of rappers, knowing I'm the best one And I start itching when I see the check come Got me a new pair the one with the check on em You softer than textile, my drive like a mecca Whatever you doin, I can do it better Blood in my flow and my sweat in letters My tears with the whiskey, I make her feel special But after I nut, I deny her the settle When I die then God gon meet him the devil Went from balogne to eatin a steak, firefighters hate the heat that I make I desire lighters with the blunt love the taste, and ur phone is worth around the belt on my waist Feel like Juelz Santana, I can't feel my face From Me to U, What The Game Been Missing, Young Ben tape Young Ben the Future already a cla**ic My flow like a cancer the prayer the answer I can't pull my pants up the money is sagging And rappers connection similar to laggin [Verse2: Young Ben] Hoe I ain't braggin, but I got a chain Hoe I ain't braggin, but I gotta watch,out for the fake and the one with the rock I'm crazy like finding out wrestlin was fake Crazy like the one guy who ran with a sock I just want b**hes to s** on the co*k I got em waitin for my tape to drop When the time is ready you gon hate on the clock I'm doin this sh** so differently , I ain't the best? Stop it Bigotry You b**hin u got a Vasectomy, at the top and ain't no one come next to me They always dyin to mention me,They gotta die out eventually I hate you rappers especially Y'all gotta go y'all gotta go Die so I can live so happily, They talkin that sh** but don't know me tho Bet they gon' hop on my dick ,when Drizzy Drake here it and he put me on OVO 5 letters, YBOVO Murder can drive you insane but to me it's a reason to go head and smoke an 'O I'ma go choke a hoe,open her legs get to f**in and nuttin and leave her with hopeless hopes I get them titties and I motor boat, I leave that p**y wet and moated hoe I feel that every time I roll a smoke, ,my life on the edge and I'm gettin it close I need some head u can keep on the clothes I peep in the hole and check me on the code [Verse 3: Young Ben] And I reign straight from Canada That's the crime cap of Canada I hear you talking all crazy so come over here if you think that you man enough You gon need to call up Nelly and tell him that you need a couple of bandages But by the time that he get here you gon be in hell wishin that u could have a god 666 digits in the bank account Y'all b**hes broke Everybody call a grandma, we gotta problem these snitches spoke Shout out to wells and King Jay, Mic Que predicted the future Me and happy get a long ,even tho I never think of droppin the music So this song is only a warning shot To all the rappers and listeners Young Ben the future is comin You fallin off legends, I start where you give it up Pictures us pitchin the rock Where the sirens pitchin on the block I could paint a perfect picture with thots Ima a nut in that p**y it drop, got the pill? Ain't the pop Young, Ben is the motherf**in future You thought I quit? You stupid, you stupid Be ready Young