BENIHANA

(Any last words?)

Yeah, yeah

I'm in a war with industry heads and executives, tryna come get me to sign it

I told this lil' bitch I need more, they uppin' the score 'cause they know I’ll fuckin’ decline it

I need like four inside my foreign, ain't talkin' 'bout Ford, ain't talkin' 'bout no motherfuckin' hunnid

These labels not ready for war, they feelin' the boy, I like how this shit kinda funny like

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, my diamonds hit like Dasani like

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, all of this shit kinda funny like

Uh, uh, uh, uh, my money long like many my-

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Pick up the phone lil’ bitch

I done kept up too long with your tone lil’ bitch

Keep the F&N, it kick like a song, lil’ bitch

And she acting brand new, get her gone, lil' bitch

I don’t give fuck 'bout no one, lil’ bitch

I had popped the fuck off with that song, lil' bitch

Wait 'til they hear the rest of this song, lil’ bitch

Oh, he rap off the motherfuckin' dome and shit?

I got this bad Asian ho eat like Benihana's

Yeah, I’m talkin’ 'bout me, ain’t no Jeffery Dahmer

I just pop me a E, then I hit up Aunna

Told her she could fuck me if she bring her partner

I just bust me a skeleton, AP Model

All my diamonds hit glee by the Henny bottle

Only popped me a Roxy, it feelin' awful

Told the bitch bring her booty and make it wobble

That shit like, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk

I ain’t talkin’ 'bout work, work, work, work, work, work, work

In the Lamb' truck swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve

In the 'burbs I heard, heard, heard, heard, heard, heard, heard

I took the top off, I lost it

You count this money up, bitch I make profit

All this money, it make me feel nauseous

They move funny, I’m moving too cautious

Pop a Perc' 45, he be off it

Every time I pop out, they be posting

Keep that blick by my side, I ain’t talkin’

Keep my shooters active on the often, fuck 'bout that talkin’

I'm in a war with industry heads and executives, tryna come get me to sign it

I told this lil' bitch I need more, they uppin' the score 'cause they know I’ll fuckin’ decline it

I need like four inside my foreign, ain't talkin' 'bout Ford, ain't talkin' 'bout no motherfuckin' hunnid

These labels not ready for war, they feelin' the boy, I like how this shit kinda funny like

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, my diamonds hit like Dasani like

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, all of this shit kinda funny like

Uh, uh, uh, uh, my money long like many my-

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh