Bad News Benji lyrics

[Intro]
Benji, how you do that there?
POOTY, you on demon time

[Chorus]
You a 'lil dirty b*tch I like the way you f*ck (Huh)
If you shake that ass, I'm gon' f*ck this cash up (Uh)
Soon that b*tch get smashed, I'm gon' roll some gas up (Huh)
Now I'm in my bag, the same one you passed up
The same one you doubted

[Verse]
I'm like f*ck all that b*tch talkin', b*tch we 'bout it my n*gga (Brr, yeah, yeah, yeah)
T-Shirt wrapped around my head, just like a Saudi my n*gga
I hang out the whips, send sh*t up out this Audi my n*gga
I got too many b*tches, I got way too many hoes
3B f*ck your missus, Tiffany lock and that b*tch froze
When they killed my n*gga, make the count bigger (Yeah)
I be wit' them n*ggas, that done downed n*ggas
I be wit' them n*ggas, that done downed n*ggas, mane'
Bad b*tch, in stiletto, hotter than a tea kettle, blood
f*ck up out my face, f*ck up off my D-letter, blood
f*ckin' on yo' b*tch, she come give me her P-letter, blood
Told her "suck the tip, you f*ckin' with 3B letter, love"
b*tch, I got soldiers on my side, we don' kno' no limit
We still want smoke on my side, like a f*ckin' chimney
Opp b*tch, switch up on me, shoot you through yo' titty
Then go f*ck anotha' opp b*tch 'cus I got too many
I'm a real renegade, henchmen call me Bad News Benji
I'mma cut up bad out this b*tch, when I got dope all in me
I'mma bust yo' ass wit' this switch, 'Ion like to shoot on semi
I'mma hit the gas on this whip until that b*tch on empty
Bad b*tch, and her ass fat, plus her coochie pretty
Bad b*tch, look like Ice Spice, she gon' act saditty
Bad b*tch, she talk with a lisp, bring that sh*t straight to me
We jus' friends, with some benefits, b*tch bring me that pus*y
f*ck no b*tch, I'm not a therapist, I'm a terrorist