Wayne Gretzky lyrics

[Intro: Billboard Benji] (Spoken)
Billboard Benji in this b*tch, mane
Y'all already know what the f*ck going on
Oh, oh, ooh
We 'bout to f*ck it up (f*ck it up)
We 'bout to f*ck it up (f*ck it up)
We 'bout to f*ck it up (f*ck it up)

[Hook: Billboard Benji]
We got them sticks like a hockey player
Diamonds icy, no hockey player
These b*tches faking like all of them sisters
These b*tches is not related
Never do dirt with these pus*y n*ggas, they gone sing like Anita Baker
I pour a four on the regular, n*gga I feel like a space invader


[Post Hook: Billboard Benji]
b*tch I'm a pimp, I need a cane like my n*gga majestic
I pray to god
My momma making them doctors go handle that tumor
Never believe in the rumors
You need to talk to your jeweler
Them b*tches cloudy, and we acting rowdy
My n*gga don't talk we some shooters (blaow blaow)


[Verse 1: Billboard Benji]
b*tch I'm from Bompton
You got a problem, my n*ggas gon' solve it
Flexin' that check and my n*ggas gon' rob it
...?
We havin' babies but I'm not a father
Yacht on my neck, we ain't lackin' no water
Beatin' her back, while she checking my posture
...?
Them sticks on his ass just like shotters
I'm in the trap and we wipin' your nose
24/7 the trap never close
You n*ggas sellin your soul just for gold
You n*ggas is goofy, that sh*t getting old
You can come around b*tch I know that you told
Choppers ferocious ...?
Fresh out of jail now I'm on the road
Fresh out of jail now I'm on the road

[Hook: Billboard Benji]


[Post Hook: Billboard Benji]


[Verse 2 : Bali Baby]
Muah!
n*ggas gossip, propaganda
I am the modern day Hannah Montana
Pull up in foreign, ride out in a phantom
I'm having three hoes, but I am not Santa
Love that b*tch because I can not stand her
I bought a foreign, and landed miranda
Flow is so sick, like I'm spittin' cancer
Went to the club, fell in love with a dancer
n*ggas is huntin', I ball him a prancer
Asking me questions, I don't have no answers
Spittin' magic just like i'm an enchanter
I'm spit that magic and I will enchant ya'
Got ice, b*tch no hockey stick
I make it blast like rocket ship
I make it blast for a little b*tch talking sh*t
She hear my music and little b*tch poppin' it
[Hook: Billboard Benji & Bali Baby]
We got them sticks like a hockey player
Diamonds icy, no hockey player (b*tch)
These b*tches actin' like all of 'em sisters
These b*tches is not related
Never do dirt with these pus*y n*ggas
They gon' sing like Anita Baker (These n*ggas is tellin')
I pour a four on the regular, n*gga I feel like a space invader (What?)


[Post Hook: Billboard Benji & Bali Baby]
b*tch I'm a pimp
I need a cane like my n*gga Majestic
I pray to god
My Momma making them doctors go handle them tumors
Never believe in the rumors
You need to talk to yo' jeweler
Them b*tches cloudy, and we acting rowdy
My n*gga, don't talk we some shooters (Bloaw Blaow)