Yeah, slap Benny, know what I'm sayin'? He the 8 Prince, yeah Trap, ayy, ayy, what's up, playa? We put switches on them bizzies Put my pop to them, on they feet When I got the riches All these bitches tryna tell my bitches And tell how they were greedy When I land in, slimes in black trucks How they greedy You a bad bitch, with it, ayy Came out the trenches, ride a Lamborghini With the rig on, but I crossed it with the mirror Superstar status, yeah, with them blue strips Hit him with that fire, let that chopper rip Yeah, pop the stave with that stick, like he crippled When I turn that switch on, it's a bit faster, skipper, flipper I ain't dropped in two years, but still gon' be bigger Still gon' be richer than my opps with these figures I track Hawk, drop the window, he fine Look through a block with red eyes, not on guys, they hind Talkin' bout dead guys, rubber bands, stacked up in piles Rubber top to a handyman, cut his lamb down like a towel Yeah, we put switches on them dizzies Put my pop to them, on they feet When I got the riches All these bitches tryna tell my bitches And tell how they were greedy When I land in, slimes in black trucks How they greedy You a bad bitch, with it, ayy Came out the trenches, ride a Lamborghini With the rig on, but I crossed it with the mirror Hit him with that fire, let that chopper rip Yeah, pop the stave with that stick, like he crippled Why don't you hit? I been thinkin' to myself how many ways to kill a bitch We got F-ends in this truck, we got ARs and they tucked Get a n***a, walk down for a buck Put a n***a whole town in the tux Blue hunnid crippled, just like they were nips She's hunnid in red, them all 50 Know my daughter love me, gave her a puppy I told her, go start her a business Gave her money, too much time They need to go back and short her the sentence Twenty-eight, twenty-eight, when they done We say the paper, exactly how it come I got diamonds jumpin' off my wrist, lil' ho Hey, don't watch me, you better watch your bitch, lil' bro They can't search me at the door, I got my stick in my clothes Need to stay up out O'Cliff, I got my wrist in that bowl We put switches on them dizzies Put my pop down on they feet when I got the wrenches All these bitches tryna tell my bitches and tell how they were greedy When I land in, slimes in black trucks, how they greedy Yeah, bad bitch, with it, ayy Came out the trenches, ride a Lamborghini With the rig on, but I crossed it with the mirror Hit him with that rock, let that chopper rip Pop the stain with that stick, I keep croppin' Spinnin' in the guinea, it's just me and my lil' pop, no Drippin' in Juventus, it's just me and my lil' hot girl I don't eat that BK, hit that lil' boy with that wopper All those hit, I'm got him shakin' like NLE Chopper Rockstar, bout to do to that duck in a cop car Niggas tryna play my song on noodles in your pasta Walk hard, watch her pop that pussy like a pop top Your baby mama give me guap when he like Jose Guapo Fuck around and run it up, fuck whoever the runner up Worried about Lil' Yella, need to go and get your money up Play with me, I'll leave your brain freezin' like a sonic slush All you pussy ass niggas funny like a comic book You put switches on them dizzies, put my pop on them On they feet, when I got the riches All these bitches tryna tell my bitches And tell how they were greedy When I land in, slimes in black trucks, how they greedy Yeah, bad bitch, with it, ayy Came out the trenches, ride a Lamborghini But I crossed it with the mirror Hit him with that rock, let the chopper rock Pop the stay with that stick like he crippled