Omg Benji - No Hook, Pt. 2 (Jiffy) Lyrics

AYYEE
THIS NO HOOK PART 2
(Mhm) aye
(With JuggFoe, and we rank One)
(Hmm) MIGHT PUNCH A BITCH JUST FOR FUN
(Ayo shoutout that nigga erik)
OMG BENJI (Damn)
BITCH!
I wanna brand new cutlass
Shit gon make a nigga drop (Mmm)
I told him come to the function
Talkin' that shit you get popped (Mmm)
She got a brand new sundress
I told her "Get a new top" (Mmm)
I'm on the booty, I'm humping (Uh-huh)
She like the meat when its rock hard (Uh-uh, uh-huh)
Rip in my jeans Imma Rockstar (Aye)
Glock gonna pop you like Pop-Tart (Aye)
You stank lil' nigga like hot fart (Aye)
Me and my bros some Mobsters
We some Space Jam: MonStars (Aye)
Go get yo gun we gon cock ours (Click, BOW)
I pop a Yop, don't pop bars
(MUY CALIENTE) Hot bars (HEY, HEY)
F*ck on yo bitch make her run around (Run around)
Bro got a glock with a hunnid rounds (Hunnid rounds)
Real Nigga Shit don't come around (Nah, nah)
Straight to the point, we don't f*ck around (NAH)
I put some racks in the Bank, not in my pocket
Stay with the plug, call me the socket (Aye, aye)
Skate-Board backwards Power Rocket (Aye, ayye)
Take my pic, Photo, Crop it (Ayye, AYYEEE)
F.E.N.D.I. it's B.E.N.J.I. bitch you know I'm BENJI (OMG)
My young nigga with the glock, the belt and the socks, He rockin' that Fendi, yea
(Uh-huh)
Told a nigga Spin the Block and if he wanna talk shit I make 'em dizzy, yea (Pew, pew)
Young nigga with the Mob, I got the Power, they call me Fifty, yea (Uh-huh)
Pull up my drop top, I make yo bitch drop top, she eatin' Kiddies (Skrrt, skrrt, damn)
Call me Father Clock, All-White G-Shock its 7:50, yea (Aye, whats the time?)
You a mouse lil' Mickey, Bitch lil' Minnie, You so Disney (Damn)
F*ck that bitch I'm picky, oh-so shifty, this shit Jiggy, yea (Ohh sooo, aye)
Jiggy, Iggy, Ciggy I got bitches, you need Biddies, yea (Jiggy, jiggy, jiggy, damn)
I go live no Jimmy Kimmel, I stay Uber busy, yea (Uh-huh)
You smoke on that Mid-y, Bro gass Super Sticky Icky, yea (Gass)
Leave yo ass like Ricky, Pull off quicky, Cold Case Chilly, yea (POW)
Oklahoma City, Call me Westbrook, Go for fifty, yea (Uh-huh)
I'm the f*ckin' shit, Don't need no diapers so I'm shitty, yea
I don't do no chitty-chat, so gimme that I'm gritty, yea (Nah, nah)
Bitch I'm actin' silly, I got racks, got bread it's Jiffy, yea (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
I get to them racks touch a milli (Touch that shit nigga)nah
Got cash like bread, call it Jiffy, yea
Call it Jiffy, call it Jiffy (Call it... call it...)
BENJI