Femzino (Benzino Diss) Lyrics – Ca$his

Hm (n!gga wan’ know where I been at, huh?)
I got this n!gga, Em (Aight)
Aye Crook, I got this n!gga

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**kin’ 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**kin’ ass
Your ghostwriter backdoored you, snake up in the grass
I could really go in, but I’mma save that sh!t (Ay!)
F**k 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**ked 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