Benz lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah
We some real million dollar n*ggas, n*gga
Official, like [?]
You know what I'm saying?

[Chorus: Young Thug]
n*gga trying to creep inside your grave, man
f*ck it, buy a Benz on his ass (Aye)
f*ck that hoe, you know I been smashed
I'ma skeet off with 200 on my dash (Aye)
f*ck school, ain't never went to class
f*ck a teacher, I was thumbin' on they ass (Aye)
Hundred rounds right inside a tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat, yeah (Aye)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Million off of rapping, we'll kill 'bout this sh*t (Kill 'bout it)
Like we playing hockey, in the field with them sticks (Aye)
I could give a f*ck 'bout how you feel 'bout that b*tch
If you trip about that hoe you might get killed 'bout that b*tch (Facts)
We be in the kitchen milly rockin' (Milly rockin', woah)
Say he want to see it, let him watch it (Let him watch it, woah)
Cook it in, it fеlt like Benihanas (Whip it, whip it)
Way too many guns, too many commas
And that choppa spit that b*tch out like Dеsiigner (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
I stay with that Uzi like I'm Drama (Woah, woah, woah)
Walk up on that n*gga like, "What's Brackin'?" (Like, "What's poppin', pus*y?")
Headshot, somebody call his mama
b*tch you talking to the patek rockin'
12 punching, rockin' Gucci like I'm advertising
Well wishes to them pus*y n*ggas mad I got it
Hated on me with my chicken, tried to sabotage me (Ha')
Real n*gga, never die, never lie
We got weed, we got bars, we got coke
Tell the team on your broads, send my dawgs off the rope
My machine ringing off, like a phone off the hook (Off the hook)
Some sh*t that you was doing for a look
Get your man smoked (Brrt)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
n*gga trying to creep inside your grave, man
f*ck it, buy a Benz on his ass (Skrt, skrt, aye)
f*ck that hoe, you know I been smashed
I'ma skeet off with 200 on my dash (Smash, aye)
f*ck school, ain't never went to class
f*ck a teacher, I was thumbin' on they ass (Okay, aye, okay)
Hundred rounds right inside a tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat, yeah (pew-pew-pew, boom, boom, aye)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I'm changing up
100 racks or more, b*tch [?] trust
Draco with my trench, [?] gon f*ck round and get bust
First time I got a deal, I lost my heart ain't got no luck
b*tch I am in Philly like a Philippine yeah
Play the cold shoulder on a n*gga, cause I know they fake
I got nothing for no n*gga, cause I know they leeching
My whole crew feasting, and ya'll n*gga ain't eat yet
I'm geeked up and I am leaning, and I am trying to pace
Your boss is Tommy Hilfiger, like you will know he racist
I got a diamond ring and that bit look like the equator
Bling bling bling, like water baby

[Chorus: Young Thug]
n*gga trying to creep inside your grave, man
f*ck it, buy a Benz on his ass (Skrt, skrt, aye)
f*ck that hoe, you know I been smashed
I'ma skeet off with 200 on my dash (Smash, aye)
f*ck school, ain't never went to class
f*ck a teacher, I was thumbin' on they ass (Okay, aye, okay)
Hundred rounds right inside a tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat, yeah (pew-pew-pew, boom, boom, aye)