One In The Chamber Lyrics – NorthSideBenji
It’s Swidom
R14
Yeah, it’s one in the chamber, so you know that we hittin’ ’em
Yeah, we ain’t lookin’ for the strangers, these niggas hittin’ civilians
Whether we make the money, take the money, I’m finna get me a billion
And I just subtract the paper from (Mhm) the balance and pay out the (Mhm) hitters for gettin’ him
I told my young boy, “Step then bark, don’t do documentaries”
Leave that phone, go around, get drenchy
Uff-uff, two rambos, ski with a scarf like Benji
I just dodged a ma’zine, might ring up and call my Frenchie
Bad B in a Bentayga, Bentley
Big drip, no Brené, I’m feelin’ so trendy (Uff)
Back then was Mackenzie
In the bando, wan’ tour, man grip on Givenchy
Still gotta do what I do
For the block, I’ma ball nonstop with my tool, don’t tempt me
Step, one, two Ruger or the winches lookin’ all lengthy
Rest up Sheggy
We still slap corn ’til we smoke on the Henry
The shot (Hey) shells plenty (Grrt, baow, baow, baow, baow)
Man, I’m still on this paper route (Mm-mm)
Used to trap out the vacant housin’
I was just tryna make it out with my dawg
Now I’m shoppin’ for Audemars with the frost on it
Hear this .9 millimeter, soundin’ like exhaust, don’t it? (Pew, pew, pew, pew)
And if he a problem, we gon’ put a cost on him, boy, I tell ya’
So we get the heaters out in the winter
Put seven-point-sixty-two’s inside the Sprinter
We givin’ ’bout fifty shots like it’s liquor
This lil’ F&N a real head splitter
Top of the league
Ain’t no one harder than me in my city, boy, I tell ya’
So I’m oversea’ tryna find someone who be ***’ with me
T, I’m tryna tell you, ***
Listen, them yutes love chat and we do not speak
Unleash, switch tunes with my kick, why bleach?
The opp try back up, I still got reach
He’s a neek, he don’t know ’bout streets
No, I’m in D-X-B, I can’t smoke no trees
My name’s too hot, I can feel the degrees
Benji, where the G’s?
I might have to ring Bundog for the Canada leaf
Yo, long ramb’s and the dirty katana can chop, don’t skeet
Opps ran off and lost their keys
They talk too raggo, the smoke’s on lease
Two waps and they’re both guaranteed (Pff)
I been too bad, so I’m no nominee
You know the clip-back really drops to my knees
My tug’s on badness
Free up my brodies ‘cah that’s my ski (Ski, glee, mhm)
Yeah, it’s one in the chamber, so you know that we hittin’ ’em
Yeah, we ain’t lookin’ for the strangers, these niggas hittin’ civilians
Whether we make the money, take the money, I’m finna get me a billion
And I just subtract the paper from the balance and pay out the hitters for gettin’ him
And I just subtract the paper from the balance and pay out the hitters for gettin’ him
I was just tryna make it out with my dawg
Now I’m shoppin’ for Audemars with the frost on it