BENZO lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah

[Chorus]
Hello, that is my b*tch 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 sh*t you can't see on TV (Yeah)
I might pull up and rock out the show (Uh-huh)
It's a Glock, lil' n*gga, get low (That's right)
I got n*ggas and b*tches on go (b*tch)
Man, f*ck your set
f*ck your clique (Yeah)
f*ck your b*tch (f*ck)
n*ggas 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 (Yeah)
Smoking dolja, this sh*t dank
I might push up in a tank

[Verse 1]
Don't you play with me, that chopper come with helicopters
Pour me the Actavis, that sh*t came from the doctor
I got Bottegas and this Helmut Lang, can't complain (Hello)
And my bro got this new Raf and sh*t and he keep a flame
I got black b*tches off the cocaine, white b*tches off Kurt Cobain
Off the Novocain, I'm sparking sh*t, 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
[Chorus]
Hello, that is my b*tch 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 sh*t you can't see on TV (Yeah)
I might pull up and rock out the show (Uh-huh)
It's a Glock, lil' n*gga, get low (That's right)
I got n*ggas and b*tches on go (b*tch)
Man, f*ck your set
f*ck your clique (Yeah)
f*ck your b*tch (f*ck)
n*ggas 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 (Yeah)
Smoking dolja, this sh*t dank
I might push up in a tank

[Verse 2]
Who that lil' n*gga coming out the window?
AMG 63, all white Benzo
She don't want me, but I might f*ck 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 f*cking go"
Coming out the coupe, we them troops
All we do is point and they shoot at you
This a Glock and it's f*cking stock, aim it at your top (Go)
[Chorus]
Hello, that is my b*tch 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 sh*t you can't see on TV (Yeah)
I might pull up and rock out the show (Uh-huh)
It's a Glock, lil' n*gga, get low (That's right)
I got n*ggas and b*tches on go (b*tch)
Man, f*ck your set
f*ck your clique (Yeah)
f*ck your b*tch (f*ck)
n*ggas 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 (Yeah)
Smoking dolja, this sh*t dank
I might push up in a tank

[Outro]
Man, f*ck your set, b*tch
That's how you f*cking do it, you can't f*ck—
All you n*ggas f*cking garbage
Trash
f*ck you, b*tch
Ahh!
What the f*ck? This n*gga's crazy