[Billboard Benji:]
Billboard Benji in this bitch, mane
Y’all already know what the fuck going on
…
We ’bout to fuck it up (fuck it up)
We ’bout to fuck it up (fuck it up)
We ’bout to fuck it up (fuck it up)
We got them sticks like a hockey player
Diamonds icy, no hockey player
These bitches faking like all of them sisters
These bitches is not related
Never do dirt with these pussy niggas, they gone sing like Anita Baker
I pour a four on the regular, nigga I feel like a space invader
Bitch I’m a pimp, I need a cane like my nigga majestic
I pray to god
My momma making them doctors go handle that tumor
Never believe in the rumors
You need to talk to your jeweler
Them bitches cloudy, and we acting rowdy
My nigga don’t talk we some shooters (blaow blaow)
Bitch I’m from Bompton
You got a problem, my niggas gon’ solve it
Flexin’ that check and my niggas gon’ rob it
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We havin’ babies but I’m not a father
Yacht on my neck, we ain’t lackin’ no water
Beatin’ her back, while she checking my posture
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Them sticks on his ass just like shotters
I’m in the trap and we wipin’ your nose
24/7 the trap never close
You niggas sellin’ your soul just for gold
You niggas is goofy, that shit getting old
You can come around bitch I know that you told
Choppers ferocious [?]
Fresh out of jail now I’m on the road
Fresh out of jail now I’m on the road
We got them sticks like a hockey player
Diamonds icy, no hockey player
These bitches faking like all of them sisters
These bitches is not related
Never do dirt with these pussy niggas, they gone sing like Anita Baker
I pour a four on the regular, nigga I feel like a space invader
Bitch I’m a pimp, I need a cane like my nigga majestic
I pray to god
My momma making them doctors go handle that tumor
Never believe in the rumors
You need to talk to your jeweler
Them bitches cloudy, and we acting rowdy
My nigga don’t talk we some shooters (blaow blaow)
[Bali Baby:]
Muah!
Niggas gossip, propaganda
I am the modern day Hannah Montana
Pull up in foreign, ride out in a phantom
I’m having three hoes, but I am not Santa
Love that bitch because I can not stand her
I bought a foreign, and landed Miranda
Flow is so sick, like I’m spittin’ cancer
Went to the club, fell in love with a dancer
Niggas is huntin’, I ball him a prancer
Asking me questions, I don’t have no answers
Spittin’ magic just like I’m an enchanter
I’m spit that magic and I will enchant ya’
Got ice, bitch no hockey stick
I make it blast like rocket ship
I make it blast for a little bitch talking shit
She hear my music and little bitch poppin’ it
[Billboard Benji & Bali Baby:]
We got them sticks like a hockey player
Diamonds icy, no hockey player (bitch)
These bitches actin’ like all of ’em sisters
These bitches is not related
Never do dirt with these pussy niggas
They gon’ sing like Anita Baker (these niggas is tellin’)
I pour a four on the regular, nigga I feel like a space invader (what?)
Bitch I’m a pimp
I need a cane like my nigga Majestic
I pray to god
My momma making them doctors go handle them tumors
Never believe in the rumors
You need to talk to yo’ jeweler
Them bitches cloudy, and we acting rowdy
My nigga, don’t talk we some shooters (bloaw blaow)
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