Whippin' the Benz, Okay

Work hard for this shit, just look at my wrist, but they wanna sit all day

Like back-to-back, we stackin' the chips

Chips bags like a Frito-Lay

Lil' vibe gon' only gon' come out to blitz, so we POP like we in a parade

Got the guys, but there ain't no savior

That Rolls got suicide doors

And the Maybach got two colors for tone

In the bach like she want some more

Okay, like I ain't tryna say nothin' wrong

Don't need no Wiley, just calm it down

We runnin' the towns, you hear how it sound

Straight pipes, so you hear that, yeah

Like brother, why they play

Can't wait till a young **** POP

You know we on fire just throw the grenade

Like, like, like, they goin' insane

Ain't nobody was on my side, but they here just to celebrate

Come out the dark like a shadow

Got accuracy, got accurate aim, got chains that's solid no Halloween

But I got some people that's followin' me

Keep it real, just tell me the deal

Can't come too close when the whole gang body a mill

Whippin' the Benz, Okay

Work hard for this shit, just look at my wrist, but they wanna sit all day

Like back-to-back, we stackin' the chips

Chips bags like a Frito-Lay

Lil' vibe gon' only gon' come out the blitz, so we POP like we in a parade

Got the guys, but there ain't no savior

That Rolls got suicide doors

And the Maybach got two colors for tone

In the bach like she want some more

Okay, like I ain't tryna say nothin' wrong

Don't need no Wiley, just calm it down

We runnin' the towns, you hear how it sound

Straight pipes, so you hear that, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, alright

Yeah, Yuh

Wow, Wow

Yeah

Shake it, I know some young **** hating

Too cool, Man I Ku out the lay

Ghini' boys and we switch out the lane, yeah (Go crazy)

Pop it, upside down on her noggin

In the shotgun, I keep me a rocket

Shorty twist and she pull like a Bop It

Gang link up, bop over here

Oh shit, she drop over there

Basses boosted in her ear

I got four carats in ears

Got leaders doin' the cheers

TLC, we movin' the chairs

Pop a Tesla, I ain't changin' no gears

Like a Rabbit, she pounce like a Hare

She nasty, split on the shit like gymnastics

How the fuck is you bougie and classy

Bop on a bitch, fantastic (Yeah)

Rock it, how you pop out of your sock shit

Got a O of the gas and I'm coppin

Luh baby too real to just to chop it

Okay, back to the shit

Got tired of the lil' ole' bitch now

Okay, AP on the wrist

Okay, dirty Sprite with the Tris now

That bitch, she doin' the tricks

45, man, I bust out the wrist now

Mike Amiri, I keep me a stitch

Stretch shit, man, keep out the rip now

Bought me a bitch

She want her a mink

Post on the gram

Pop out like a bitch (Awww)

Okay, now bop it, bop it, bop it, bop it

Don't stop it, stop it, stop it, yeah

Mid O' blow, doing the griddy

Young **** ain't stoppin' for 50

Maybach on the way to a milly

Just know one day, I ain't kiddin

O-F, man, she poppin' the kitty

Amiri jeans and I caught me a billy

Cannot fuck with these bitches, they trippin

They break my heart

Trackhawk, we go to the meet

Get the bag real quick, discreet

Anybody can cornball me

Louis V down, stay low-key

So pop it

Killas pop out with they mans

Don't let me catch you on the gram

Is it the end again, Yeah