Beno! lyrics
by Ken Carson
[Intro]
(808 Mafia)
[Chorus]
Spent a hundred K on my son, I bought my sister a Jeep (What?)
Can't f*ck with these hood hoes no more, they don't give a f*ck about me (What?)
All black 2-3, LeBron with the heat (What? 23, 23)
I was just in Miami in the Rolls-Royce geeked (What? Yeah, Rolls-Royce, geeked)
Lil' Tommy got an FN in the backseat (What? Yeah, in the backseat)
Red rag, red flag, b*tch, you better make peace (Yeah)
I'm in this b*tch with my killers (Yeah)
Whole lotta motherf*ckin' n*ggas (Yeah)
We got them motherf*ckin' choppers (Yeah)
I pick you up, n*gga, I get you (Yeah)
I said I don't f*ck with these n*ggas (Yeah)
We see 'em, we punchin' them n*ggas (Yeah)
We upping the score on these n*ggas (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that n*gga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that n*gga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that n*gga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that n*gga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that n*gga (Yeah)
Go back
You was still posted with my boy, yeah, my slatt (Okay)
Beno, he go crazy, you know that (What? What? Yeah)
[Verse]
Whole lotta bands in this b*tch (What? Yeah)
Whole lotta cash in this b*tch (Yeah)
Hop on the motherf*ckin' plane (Yeah)
I just popped me a G6 (Yeah)
You know that I love to stay high (Yeah)
My shawty just said that she bi (Yeah)
She carry that sh*t, she gon' ride (Yeah)
I f*cked her then told her she mine (Yeah)
I'm really not with telling lies (Yeah)
I really don't hang around guys (Yeah)
The streets treat me like a god (Yeah)
My b*tch treat me like a god (Yeah)
Got a main and a side (Yeah, side)
f*ck fame, I ride with the fire
Blow out the brain in the ride (Ugh)
Blow out the brain in the ride (Yeah)
I'm riding 'round town with a ratchet b*tch (Ayy)
She say, "Carti, you back on your ratchet sh*t" (Ayy)
I rock diamonds, the Patek from Eliantte (What?)
Show me something that Carti not better than
If a n*gga keep talking, we running in (Yeah)
Get that n*gga kicked out like I'm punting it (Yeah)
On the block rolling dice and I'm going in
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Spent a hundred K on my son, I bought my sister a Jeep (What?)
Can't f*ck with these hood hoes no more, they don't give a f*ck about me (What?)
All black 2-3, LeBron with the heat (What? 23, 23)
I was just in Miami in the Rolls-Royce geeked (What? Yeah, Rolls-Royce, geeked)
Lil' Tommy got an FN in the backseat (What? Yeah, in the backseat)
Red rag, red flag, b*tch, you better make peace (Yeah)
I'm in this b*tch with my killers (Yeah)
Whole lotta motherf*ckin' n*ggas (Yeah)
We got them motherf*ckin' choppers (Yeah)
I pick you up, n*gga, I get you (Yeah)
I said I don't f*ck with these n*ggas (Yeah)
We see 'em, we punchin' them n*ggas (Yeah)
We upping the score on these n*ggas (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that n*gga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that n*gga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that n*gga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that n*gga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that n*gga (Yeah)
Go back
You was still posted with my boy, yeah, my slatt (Okay)
Beno, he go crazy, you know that (What? What? Yeah)