Cole Bennet lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayy, it's Riq on them keys and them kicks)

[Chorus: DaBoii]
n*gga, I ain't finna run from no n*gga
You won't see me in no club if I can't bring my pole in it
Yeah, pass me the uh, uh, uh, we roll n*ggas
Pass my lil' bro the Glock, he love to shoot, he Cole Bennett
Try to play me like I'm dumb, b*tch, you got the wrong n*gga
You was caked up with the b*tch, I was on the road with it
Ain't forgot about that sh*t you n*ggas said, we on n*ggas
Pass my lil' bro the uh, he love to shoot, he Cole Bennett

[Verse 1: DaBoii]
I pass lil' bro the uh, he love to shoot, he Cole Bennett
Yeah, trap or the booth, either way, I'm gon' get it
I done slid past your hood and you was a ghost in it
I want her and her, yes, sir, they both with it
n*gga playin' with his nose, what, you puttin' coke in it?
So much mud in my cup, they thought it was a Coke, n*gga
Spit in her mouth, I heard you do the toe lickin'
I might give her good di*k, but, baby know it's no feelings, yeah
It's on my lap, this the one I ride 'round
You ain't even with the sh*t, pus*y n*gga, calm down
I was broke as a b*tch, they say I'm a don now
Nineteen with my own sh*t, you was at your mom house, yeah
n*gga, I ain't finna run from no man
b*tch claim she ain't a thot, okay, you a ho then, yeah
That n*gga throwin' up what? Smoke him
b*tch was tryna hold some cheese, I grab my nuts like, "Hold them," on the gang
[Chorus: DaBoii]
n*gga, I ain't finna run from no n*gga
You won't see me in no club if I can't bring my pole in it
Yeah, pass me the uh, uh, uh, we roll n*ggas
Pass my lil' bro the Glock, he love to shoot, he Cole Bennett
Try to play me like I'm dumb, b*tch, you got the wrong n*gga
You was caked up with the b*tch, I was on the road with it
Ain't forgot about that sh*t you n*ggas said, we on n*ggas
Pass my lil' bro the uh, he love to shoot, he Cole Bennett

[Verse 2: Young Slo-Be]
Ayy
Lil' cuddy shoot n*ggas, on my mama, he Cole Bennett, n*gga (On 2-1, n*gga)
All these new n*ggas droppin' the sh*t, n*gga, you're not in it, n*gga
I do the walkthrough 'cause I'm a top hat
Plus I send them n*ggas through and they in all black
Barkin' on the 'net, n*gga, y'all need to stop that
Ooh-wee, you know the feds watchin'
b*tch want a policeman, I cannot cuff her
Ayy, ayy, 304, you a trap buster
On 2-1, I'm Slo-Be Bryant 'cause I'm a pole buster
Ooh-wee, free the YGs, but we don't know Mustard (2-1, n*gga)
b*tch want a policeman, I cannot cuff her
Ayy, ayy, 304, you a trap buster
On 2-1, I'm Slo-Be Bryant 'cause I'm a pole buster
Ooh-wee, free the YGs, but we don't know Mustard (On 2-1)
[Chorus: DaBoii]
n*gga, I ain't finna run from no n*gga
You won't see me in no club if I can't bring my pole in it
Yeah, pass me the uh, uh, uh, we roll n*ggas
Pass my lil' bro the Glock, he love to shoot, he Cole Bennett
Try to play me like I'm dumb, b*tch, you got the wrong n*gga
You was caked up with the b*tch, I was on the road with it
Ain't forgot about that sh*t you n*ggas said, we on n*ggas
Pass my lil' bro the uh, he love to shoot, he Cole Bennett, on the gang, n*gga