Whippin in a drop top Benz
With the Glock out
Motha fuckas wanna talk shit
But they never wanna pop out
Make me wanna pull up
To ya crib
I air the stock out
Pop pop
Bodies get to droppin
Like yung banshee with his tapes
Pull with a bad bitch
I make her fall in love
When I’m kissin on her face
Aye
One time for this shit
I be stuck on the road
Sax fith
For my bitch
She be covered in gold
Tryna get to the crib
When be whippin it slow
Hella faded in this bitch
I said fuck a parole
What u from my homies aye
Hella bandz with the gold
Inna fanny aye
Never the feel same
On road
Doin shows
Feelin hella pain
Written on a stone
They be diggin all my quotes
Yea they know my name
Hard to say
What I feel
But I’ll always say I’m chill
Hella tired
From the fu shit
Kung fu
Always tryna go and Just hit shit
Talkin bout
A blunt with bitch shit
Woah
Catching 20 slugs fatboy
U Wannq do it Fosho
Smokin gas all the time
I wanna do it sum mo
Feel the same all the time
Its Like I don’t wanna go
Stay inside
Like my feelings
And i won’t let em show
Whippin in a drop top Benz
With the Glock out
Motha fuckas wanna talk shit
But they never wanna pop out
Make me wanna pull up
To ya crib
I air the stock out
Pop pop
Like
I Sent u in the sky
U a floatin balloon
Zip ties on ya bodies
Leave u cut up and bruised
What u think
Was finna happen
Bruh
U snooze and u lose
Patented leather
On the rims
Of my whip
Jus to match
With the fit
And then I’m takin ya bitch
And Then Im passin her back
Because I know
How u feel
U wouldn’t wanna lose ur girl
To a dude
That could rap
Whippin in a drop top Benz
With the Glock out
Motha fuckas wanna talk shit
But they never wanna pop out
Make me wanna pull up
To ya crib
I air the stock out
Pop pop
We gone show you what that talking shit do
He a pussy he gon press the issue
We be living life
Shit eventful
Flip a pack and make it triple
What we do we make it simple
Drive the roof on the shit got no brains in it
Inside the coupe
With ya shawty give me brain in it
She fuck with me
And she not like you
The same and shit
Shw fuck with me
Just know she’ll Never be the same again
I know you mad cuz I turned to than more just ur friend
Imma send a fuckin slug right inside his head
Make sure he’s dead
With the Glock out
Motha fuckas wanna talk shit
But they never wanna pop out
Make me wanna pull up
To ya crib
I air the stock out
Pop pop
Bodies get to droppin
Like yung banshee with his tapes
Pull with a bad bitch
I make her fall in love
When I’m kissin on her face
Aye
One time for this shit
I be stuck on the road
Sax fith
For my bitch
She be covered in gold
Tryna get to the crib
When be whippin it slow
Hella faded in this bitch
I said fuck a parole
What u from my homies aye
Hella bandz with the gold
Inna fanny aye
Never the feel same
On road
Doin shows
Feelin hella pain
Written on a stone
They be diggin all my quotes
Yea they know my name
Hard to say
What I feel
But I’ll always say I’m chill
Hella tired
From the fu shit
Kung fu
Always tryna go and Just hit shit
Talkin bout
A blunt with bitch shit
Woah
Catching 20 slugs fatboy
U Wannq do it Fosho
Smokin gas all the time
I wanna do it sum mo
Feel the same all the time
Its Like I don’t wanna go
Stay inside
Like my feelings
And i won’t let em show
Whippin in a drop top Benz
With the Glock out
Motha fuckas wanna talk shit
But they never wanna pop out
Make me wanna pull up
To ya crib
I air the stock out
Pop pop
Like
I Sent u in the sky
U a floatin balloon
Zip ties on ya bodies
Leave u cut up and bruised
What u think
Was finna happen
Bruh
U snooze and u lose
Patented leather
On the rims
Of my whip
Jus to match
With the fit
And then I’m takin ya bitch
And Then Im passin her back
Because I know
How u feel
U wouldn’t wanna lose ur girl
To a dude
That could rap
Whippin in a drop top Benz
With the Glock out
Motha fuckas wanna talk shit
But they never wanna pop out
Make me wanna pull up
To ya crib
I air the stock out
Pop pop
We gone show you what that talking shit do
He a pussy he gon press the issue
We be living life
Shit eventful
Flip a pack and make it triple
What we do we make it simple
Drive the roof on the shit got no brains in it
Inside the coupe
With ya shawty give me brain in it
She fuck with me
And she not like you
The same and shit
Shw fuck with me
Just know she’ll Never be the same again
I know you mad cuz I turned to than more just ur friend
Imma send a fuckin slug right inside his head
Make sure he’s dead
( Lil Banjo )
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