Black Limos lyrics

[Intro]
Come on Benny man

[Verse: Ricky]
b*tch I'm dosed like a athlete
Sick Vic you ain't never moving past me
Young b*tches like Kristie and Ashely
Love giving that ass to me
They suck di*k so passionately
I'm raw, 7:30 nothing like you thought you saw
Black cars, phone policies
Get the pound b*tch I'll make you a deposit
I'm off it, lean and kush 'til I cough it
She gon' suck di*k 'til she nauseous
This is raw sh*t, no fall sh*t
We the realest, northside know they feel this yeah
Ricky Hil b*tch I'm higher than Jet Blue
I ain't the typa motherf*cker you step to
That's you girl, that's your ex, who?
She can get wet too
She can get f'd too
Uh, yeah
I'm on a couple of them pain pills
Ask any b*tch that I f*ck, I'm the same still
Just in a different building
Nostra, Ricky Hil, we be killing
[Hook]
And there they go, there they go
Ask me I was running away, uh
There they go, there they go
Ask me I was running away
What you say? what you say?
You don't gotta say, aw yeah
What you say? what you say?
You don't gotta say, aw yeah

[Verse: Ben West]
Running from the motherf*cking past days
Bottle full of syrup, and a pocket fulla half A's
Yellow xannys is that meddy uh Kristina
Give this kid a couple months and I'll be selling out arenas
And you rappers getting older so the grass is looking greener
Got a budget for my lawyer and like 7 misdemeanors
They waiting up for my new sh*t, loving it when it do come
You spitting game with your ex b*tch
I'm walking out with my new one ah
You smoke kush then roll up your window
That Ben West that Rick Hil, Black Hoodies, No Limos
Eighth of [?] now I'm tripping in my Jays
Shoulda popped a half an [?]
You ain't even gotta say, West
[Hook]