Been had thousands, bitch, you flexing your lil petty twenties
Run up on me, aint no dummy, bih, imma chopper gun it
Make like a track star, kid, gon and f*cking run it
Imma laugh my ass off, jit
Insane a understatement
Rose from the hard block, yea
Like the pavement
Rose from the hard block, yea
Like the pavement
Run up on me ain't no dummy, bitch
Imma chop and screw ya
Make like a track star, kid
Ain't wanna do it to ya
Met this jawn upon a star
I think she an Angel
Maybe fallen Angel
Cutthroat, fatal
Kidnap you tie you up
We gon make it painful
Lightning leave you struck
So much trying luck
How you gon front me, you behind me
Cheerleader, catch a body
Knockback, got a shotty
Skrt race off, Ricky Bobby
How you gon front me, you behind me
Cheerleader, catch a body
Knockback, got a shotty
Skrt race off, Ricky Bobby
Skrt off in that ghost ride
Hit the speed of suicide
Beings falling from the sky
Difference 'tween you and I
I see through my third eye
You see from an ants view
You ain't seeing dollar signs
I'm Benji's you Andrew
Skrt off in that ghost ride
Hit the speed of suicide
Beings falling from the sky
Difference 'tween you and I
I see through my third eye
You see from an ants view
You ain't seeing dollar signs
I'm Benji's you Andrew
Been had thousands, bitch, you flexing your lil petty twenties
Run up on me, aint no dummy, bih, imma chopper gun it
Make like a track star, kid, gon and f*cking run it
Imma laugh my ass off, jit
Insane a understatement
Rose from the hard block, yea
Like the pavement
Rose from the hard block, yea
Like the pavement
Run up on me ain't no dummy, bitch
Imma chop and screw ya
Make like a track star, kid
Ain't wanna do it to ya
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Been had thousands, bitch, you flexing your lil petty twenties
Run up on me, aint no dummy, bih, imma chopper gun it
Make like a track star, kid, gon and f*cking run it
Imma laugh my ass off, jit
Insane a understatement
Rose from the hard block, yea
Like the pavement
Rose from the hard block, yea
Like the pavement
Run up on me ain't no dummy, bitch
Imma chop and screw ya
Make like a track star, kid
Ain't wanna do it to ya
Met this jawn upon a star
I think she an Angel
Maybe fallen Angel
Cutthroat, fatal
Kidnap you tie you up
We gon make it painful
Lightning leave you struck
So much trying luck
How you gon front me, you behind me
Cheerleader, catch a body
Knockback, got a shotty
Skrt race off, Ricky Bobby
How you gon front me, you behind me
Cheerleader, catch a body
Knockback, got a shotty
Skrt race off, Ricky Bobby
Skrt off in that ghost ride
Hit the speed of suicide
Beings falling from the sky
Difference 'tween you and I
I see through my third eye
You see from an ants view
You ain't seeing dollar signs
I'm Benji's you Andrew
Skrt off in that ghost ride
Hit the speed of suicide
Beings falling from the sky
Difference 'tween you and I
I see through my third eye
You see from an ants view
You ain't seeing dollar signs
I'm Benji's you Andrew
Been had thousands, bitch, you flexing your lil petty twenties
Run up on me, aint no dummy, bih, imma chopper gun it
Make like a track star, kid, gon and f*cking run it
Imma laugh my ass off, jit
Insane a understatement
Rose from the hard block, yea
Like the pavement
Rose from the hard block, yea
Like the pavement
Run up on me ain't no dummy, bitch
Imma chop and screw ya
Make like a track star, kid
Ain't wanna do it to ya
Run up on me, aint no dummy, bih, imma chopper gun it
Make like a track star, kid, gon and f*cking run it
Imma laugh my ass off, jit
Insane a understatement
Rose from the hard block, yea
Like the pavement
Rose from the hard block, yea
Like the pavement
Run up on me ain't no dummy, bitch
Imma chop and screw ya
Make like a track star, kid
Ain't wanna do it to ya
Met this jawn upon a star
I think she an Angel
Maybe fallen Angel
Cutthroat, fatal
Kidnap you tie you up
We gon make it painful
Lightning leave you struck
So much trying luck
How you gon front me, you behind me
Cheerleader, catch a body
Knockback, got a shotty
Skrt race off, Ricky Bobby
How you gon front me, you behind me
Cheerleader, catch a body
Knockback, got a shotty
Skrt race off, Ricky Bobby
Skrt off in that ghost ride
Hit the speed of suicide
Beings falling from the sky
Difference 'tween you and I
I see through my third eye
You see from an ants view
You ain't seeing dollar signs
I'm Benji's you Andrew
Skrt off in that ghost ride
Hit the speed of suicide
Beings falling from the sky
Difference 'tween you and I
I see through my third eye
You see from an ants view
You ain't seeing dollar signs
I'm Benji's you Andrew
Been had thousands, bitch, you flexing your lil petty twenties
Run up on me, aint no dummy, bih, imma chopper gun it
Make like a track star, kid, gon and f*cking run it
Imma laugh my ass off, jit
Insane a understatement
Rose from the hard block, yea
Like the pavement
Rose from the hard block, yea
Like the pavement
Run up on me ain't no dummy, bitch
Imma chop and screw ya
Make like a track star, kid
Ain't wanna do it to ya
Writer: K. Culp
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