(Fukina innabacada)
(Fukina innabacada)
(Fukina innabacada)
(Fukina innabacada)
(I don't even know how to rap this)
Stick it up
I bring a sword to a knife fight
Fight night
Leave his ass right on the white line
Right time
Get it done in the night time
High mind
Losin' light in our bright eyes
Dark cars
And speakers stay bumpin'
Figure out something
Stay knowin' nothin
Makin' you levitate
In the air jumpin'
Pockets in heavyweight
Gettin a pump in
F*ckin a bitch in the back of the Benz
Hitting her once then I'm dappin her hand's
Told her to leave when she said we were friends
She tried to rant when I shot at her mans'
He wanna fight but I got other plans
Go in the store and i'm grabbing the grams
Smokin' him up then I give him the bands
Finally told me that we could be friends
Five guys stay cool in the v
If you foolin' with me
Don't do it to me
Kick 'em out
Move 'em on the to next dude
Can't do that
Cause they know that the rent due
Bitches be phony
When hittin' my phone
If you don't get a message
Just leave me alone
Don't want you name
To be on my dome
If I hit the road
I might let you a note
I'm ballin i'm shooting my shot
I ain't stallin' while shootin' my opps
Start from the bottom We get to the top
Now all this money be comin' nonstop
Talkin 'bout bops
We could get 'em a lot
But I'd rather go by myself to shop
I think for myself I don't care what she want
And I ain't really into sharin' so nah
I Ain't no dog
Get me of my leash
From bitches I'll be breaking loose
Breaking news
If you talk bout what I do then imma break you too
Two shoes ain't outrunnin'
This .22
I shoot
And it leave you with boo boos
New crews
Down to go pew pew
Angry
Ain't got shit to lose
F*ckin a bitch in the back of the Benz
Hitting her once then I'm dappin her hand's
Told her to leave when she said we were friends
She tried to rant when I shot at her mans'
He wanna fight but I got other plans
Go in the store and i'm grabbing the grams
Smokin' him up then I give him the bands
Finally told me that we could be friends
(Gra)
(Fukina innabacada)
(Fukina innabacada)
(Fukina innabacada)
(Fukina innabacada)
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Tr0lin - BENZ BACK Lyrics
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(Fukina innabacada)
(Fukina innabacada)
(Fukina innabacada)
(Fukina innabacada)
(I don't even know how to rap this)
Stick it up
I bring a sword to a knife fight
Fight night
Leave his ass right on the white line
Right time
Get it done in the night time
High mind
Losin' light in our bright eyes
Dark cars
And speakers stay bumpin'
Figure out something
Stay knowin' nothin
Makin' you levitate
In the air jumpin'
Pockets in heavyweight
Gettin a pump in
F*ckin a bitch in the back of the Benz
Hitting her once then I'm dappin her hand's
Told her to leave when she said we were friends
She tried to rant when I shot at her mans'
He wanna fight but I got other plans
Go in the store and i'm grabbing the grams
Smokin' him up then I give him the bands
Finally told me that we could be friends
Five guys stay cool in the v
If you foolin' with me
Don't do it to me
Kick 'em out
Move 'em on the to next dude
Can't do that
Cause they know that the rent due
Bitches be phony
When hittin' my phone
If you don't get a message
Just leave me alone
Don't want you name
To be on my dome
If I hit the road
I might let you a note
I'm ballin i'm shooting my shot
I ain't stallin' while shootin' my opps
Start from the bottom We get to the top
Now all this money be comin' nonstop
Talkin 'bout bops
We could get 'em a lot
But I'd rather go by myself to shop
I think for myself I don't care what she want
And I ain't really into sharin' so nah
I Ain't no dog
Get me of my leash
From bitches I'll be breaking loose
Breaking news
If you talk bout what I do then imma break you too
Two shoes ain't outrunnin'
This .22
I shoot
And it leave you with boo boos
New crews
Down to go pew pew
Angry
Ain't got shit to lose
F*ckin a bitch in the back of the Benz
Hitting her once then I'm dappin her hand's
Told her to leave when she said we were friends
She tried to rant when I shot at her mans'
He wanna fight but I got other plans
Go in the store and i'm grabbing the grams
Smokin' him up then I give him the bands
Finally told me that we could be friends
(Gra)
(Fukina innabacada)
(Fukina innabacada)
(Fukina innabacada)
(Fukina innabacada)
(Fukina innabacada)
(Fukina innabacada)
(Fukina innabacada)
(I don't even know how to rap this)
Stick it up
I bring a sword to a knife fight
Fight night
Leave his ass right on the white line
Right time
Get it done in the night time
High mind
Losin' light in our bright eyes
Dark cars
And speakers stay bumpin'
Figure out something
Stay knowin' nothin
Makin' you levitate
In the air jumpin'
Pockets in heavyweight
Gettin a pump in
F*ckin a bitch in the back of the Benz
Hitting her once then I'm dappin her hand's
Told her to leave when she said we were friends
She tried to rant when I shot at her mans'
He wanna fight but I got other plans
Go in the store and i'm grabbing the grams
Smokin' him up then I give him the bands
Finally told me that we could be friends
Five guys stay cool in the v
If you foolin' with me
Don't do it to me
Kick 'em out
Move 'em on the to next dude
Can't do that
Cause they know that the rent due
Bitches be phony
When hittin' my phone
If you don't get a message
Just leave me alone
Don't want you name
To be on my dome
If I hit the road
I might let you a note
I'm ballin i'm shooting my shot
I ain't stallin' while shootin' my opps
Start from the bottom We get to the top
Now all this money be comin' nonstop
Talkin 'bout bops
We could get 'em a lot
But I'd rather go by myself to shop
I think for myself I don't care what she want
And I ain't really into sharin' so nah
I Ain't no dog
Get me of my leash
From bitches I'll be breaking loose
Breaking news
If you talk bout what I do then imma break you too
Two shoes ain't outrunnin'
This .22
I shoot
And it leave you with boo boos
New crews
Down to go pew pew
Angry
Ain't got shit to lose
F*ckin a bitch in the back of the Benz
Hitting her once then I'm dappin her hand's
Told her to leave when she said we were friends
She tried to rant when I shot at her mans'
He wanna fight but I got other plans
Go in the store and i'm grabbing the grams
Smokin' him up then I give him the bands
Finally told me that we could be friends
(Gra)
(Fukina innabacada)
(Fukina innabacada)
(Fukina innabacada)
(Fukina innabacada)
Writer: Colin Keiser, Trey Barkman
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid