[ Featuring Trapman Teef ]
I'm only driving the Benz, cuss I know that it's gone whip right
I do not fw new friends, they not the type that's gone stick tight
I got ya bitch in my land, she tryna bop on the dick right
Designer all over my pants, Gucci yea that be the flip flops
I'm only driving the Benz, cuss I know that it's gone whip right
I do not fw new friends, they not the type that's gone stick tight
I got ya bitch in my land, she tryna bop on the dick right
Designer all over my pants, Gucci yea that be the flip flops
Gucci yea that be the flip flops
I got ya bitch on my dick
She loving my drip
And I'm moving my lips right
I just be talking my shit
I f*ck then I dip, time to get to the bread right
All of my Benjis is crip, gang bangin and shit all them niggas is right
I gotta move stick, these niggas be bitch, I won't lack at a red light
Grind 4 Purpose we Grind For A Purpose, these niggas be looking real dead right
Driving these cars, Imma pushing foreigns I'm only gonna fw the Benz right
Trips out to Europe, we all up in London, we bout to go f*ck up some bread right
Five Foreign bitches we up in the telly we bout to just have us a lit night
Poppin these bottles, duse in her body, she tryna suck on the dick right
She making it hotter, I think that I got her, she talking bout having my kids right
Poppin these bottles, patron on her body, I'm bout to go lick on her tits right
She making it hotter, I think that I got her, we bout to just have us a good night
I'm only driving the Benz, cuss I know that it's gone whip right
I do not fw new friends, they not the type that's gone stick tight
I got ya bitch in my land, she tryna bop on the dick right
Designer all over my pants, Gucci yea that be the flip flops
I'm only driving the Benz, cuss I know that it's gone whip right
I do not fw new friends, they not the type that's gone stick tight
I got ya bitch in my land, she tryna bop on the dick right
Designer all over my pants, Gucci yea that be the flip flops
Fly young nigga
Quon he a killa
Gotti he da reaper
She f*cking ima keep
Stamps on the key
Put the lamp to the tree
Trapman teef
Show them how that trap supposed to be
O u wanna try me
I should kill ya niggas
Don't really feel yall niggas
What wait
Bitch foreign in a foreign
She is not from the states
Eww riding round with a baby shark
I should prolly hit da kids wit it
Outline in the big chalk
I don't think the nigga lived with it
I be with quon and teef (Uhuhn)
None of u niggas are kin of me
Bad bitches they f*ck with me
And I ain't giving out no smoke for free
Counting up got the Shottie
All my members they be ridin
U looking for me come find me
Red blood no Giuseppe's zanottis
U switching sides u get no play from gotti
Chop it up cooking up like a Papi
At the top on my dean like ocky
No new friends if I know u not rocking
All these bitches for my team they be bopping
All these bitches for my team they be bopping
I'm only driving the Benz, cuss I know that it's gone whip right
I do not fw new friends, they not the type that's gone stick tight
I got ya bitch in my land, she tryna bop on the dick right
Designer all over my pants, Gucci yea that be the flip flops
