Femzino (Benzino Diss) lyrics

[Intro]
Hm (n*gga wan' know where I been at, huh?)
I got this n*gga, Em (Aight)
Aye Crook, I got this n*gga

[Verse]
I ran a search on Benzino, but Google went blank
Just pictures of motel with some n*gga he bathed (Ugh!)
You can love what you love and I ain't mad, n*gga
Sorry Coi but your dad is a f** n*gga
Where I been at?
Pitchin', gettin' my digits and still streamin' ey month, so where your cash, n*gga?
I'm in Shady Canyon, to live here cost bags, n*gga
I push start my whip, you ride trans, n*gga
Can make a whole career off your flops
A deaf mute know the sound when Benzino drops
Crickets, n*gga's a b*tch, been bended over
Mentionin' a killer who will f*ckin' smoke ya
Got the 'Zino pack in the doobie
If I put ten P's on your head, it'll be a movie
I push paper, not peace, n*gga
Since a shorty, I've been smokin' O.G. n*ggas, so light up
This ain't even drop
I feel like I'm beatin' my pops
But if a deadbeat pop sh*t, his jaw will get socked
This a jab, silence 'fore I beat your f*ckin' ass
Your ghostwriter backdoored you, snake up in the grass
I could really go in, but I'mma save that sh*t (Ay!)
f*ck you over and let Charlamagne play that sh*t (Ay!)
Keep my name out your dentures on Twitter, on Insta
Get popped by your cousin so you're family ain't withcha
The nerve of this n*gga, start the purge on this n*gga
I'mma stop his head while he bite the curb ass n*gga
This is skill, step out your body and it's drill
See, I'm way more active when n*ggas is gettin' killed
I spinned on everybody who done bucked one of mine
I'm traumatized, a n*gga speak on Rob, then he die
And I'm traumatized, a n*gga speak on Pac, the he die
And I'm traumatized, a n*gga speak, Monique (n*gga)
I'm knowin' they won't miss if I slide, goofy
I told you if it's up, you gon' have to shoot me
Capo
b*tch!, I'm callin' out names
I was raised by Kurupt, you leached off Dave Mays
You overgrown, and I'm connected in every zone like a mobile phone
Could fet' you up, leave that coke alone
My mind f*cked up, I came from a broken home
I like to cope with drama so I never leave the smoke alone
It's the reason when they diss they don't say "Ramone" (Brr)
'Zino went from a made man to a flaming hoe
My whole life, I'm 079 crazy
I'm the problem and the hustler, snipe your ghostwriter, baby