Triple Bs

(bitch)

Need them triple Bs I’m talkin

Beamer Benz and Bentley (Sk

Rollin logs blowin smoke up like a chimney

She off the henny

She tryna get frisky

Yo bitch ain’t totin semis

But she squeeze until it’s empty

Aye

I can’t fuck wit lames and haters

Swear they be up in the way

Set up shop like bakeries

So **** know we gettin cake

Better feed the dogs before

They eatin off ya dinner plate

I’m gettin brain

Blowin sticky strains

In the whip switchin lanes

Superstitious

Racks under my supervision

The whip

Super tinted

They wonderin who is in it

It’s me

Numero uno

She wanna get tossed like judo

Rollup and takeoff to Pluto

I’m kickin flames like Im Zuko

(Hook)

BEAMER BENZ BENTLEY

BEAMER BENZ BENTLEY

Bentley Beamer Benz

Tell her bring a friend

Bentley Beamer Benz

Tell her bring a friend

Benz Bentley Beamer

Pull up in that two seater

Benz Bentley Beamer

Turned yo bitch out to a eater

Triple Bs

Ball like it’s my last name

Pack stank

Smelling like a gas tank

We blast flames

And blastoff

You in last place

Got her wet

Water fallin like a cascade

I’m hot as lava is

Knockin over novices

I got em in astonishment

I cruise through the metropolis

I’m in yo girl esophagus

Don’t give a fuck, monogamous

Don’t think that you stoppin this

You musta lost yo noggin bitch