BENZO Lyrics – $NOT
Yeah
Yeah
Hello, that is my *** Shaniqua (Hello)
I might dip like I’m John Cena
I got BB’s on BB’s on BB’s (What’s up?)
I got *** you can’t see on TV (Yeah)
I might pull up and rock out the show (Uh-huh)
It’s a Glock, lil’ ***, get low (That’s right)
I got niggas and *** on go (***)
Man, *** your set
*** your clique (Yeah)
*** your *** (***)
Niggas always talking ’bout me, but won’t show no face
I been creeping with this .38 (What’s up?), rubbin’ off the paint (Go)
I’m a soldier, I got rank
Smoking dolja, this *** dank
I might push up in a tank
Don’t you play with me, that chopper come with helicopters
Pour me the Actavis, that *** came from the doctor
I got Bottegas and this Helmut Lang, can’t complain (Hello)
And my bro got this new Raf and *** and he keep a flame
I got black *** off the ***, white *** off Kurt Cobain
Off the Novocain, I’m sparking ***, I’m so insane
I got North Face on my jacket, when I walk, you know I pack it
All this money, I’ma bag it, we got different tax brackets
Hello, that is my *** Shaniqua (Hello)
I might dip like I’m John Cena
I got BB’s on BB’s on BB’s (What’s up?)
I got *** you can’t see on TV (Yeah)
I might pull up and rock out the show (Uh-huh)
It’s a Glock, lil’ ***, get low (That’s right)
I got niggas and *** on go (***)
Man, *** your set
*** your clique (Yeah)
*** your *** (***)
Niggas always talking ’bout me, but won’t show no face
I been creeping with this .38 (What’s up?), rubbin’ off the paint (Go)
I’m a soldier, I got rank
Smoking dolja, this *** dank
I might push up in a tank
Who that lil *** coming out the window?
AMG 63, all white Benzo
She don’t want me, but I might *** her friend though
I got clips, I got sticks and extendos (Go)
What you mean? This a telescope
Open up the door
Bro like, “Chill, let me *** go”
Coming out the coupe, we them troops
All we do is point and they shoot at you
This a Glock and its *** stock, aim it at your top (Go)
Hello, that is my *** Shaniqua (Hello)
I might dip like I’m John Cena
I got BB’s on BB’s on BB’s (What’s up?)
I got *** you can’t see on TV (Yeah)
I might pull up and rock out the show (Uh-huh)
It’s a Glock, lil’ ***, get low (That’s right)
I got niggas and *** on go (***)
Man, *** your set
*** your clique (Yeah)
*** your *** (***)
Niggas always talking ’bout me, but won’t show no face
I been creeping with this .38 (What’s up?), rubbin’ off the paint (Go)
I’m a soldier, I got rank
Smoking dolja, this *** dank
I might push up in a tank
Man, *** your set, ***
That’s how you *** do it, you can’t ***—
All you niggas *** garbage
Trash
*** you, ***
Ah
What the ***? This ***’s crazy