Lyrics
Fuck
Benzo, hanging out the window
Benzo, hanging out the window
Benzo, just wanna
Ride on that dick slow, hanging out the window
Blow on my kin four, hanging out the window
Aye
Aye, look
Lil niggas love to play
I don’t really got too much to say
It’s like it’s something new everyday
I make them feel some type of way
Yeah, Twitter all fun and games but my niggas can’t respond back with a K
Nigga oh for goodness sake
That bitch she been lying to your face
Watch me dog turn into a snake
You pussy nigga can’t see me
Give a pussy nigga heebie jeebies
Chase the bag like I’m Mario and Luigi
Go on bitch, drop
Yeah, bitch drop it like it’s hot
Cause it’s little Blake, I’m fucking high
Said they real when they not
«Damn why your belt got a lock?»
That’s Buscemi, that just mean it cost a lot
Little Blake flexing
Young, dumb and reckless
Hundreds were depressing
Teach his ass a lesson
All you VV’s
All that, that’s a blessing
She want me to hit cause everything bigger in Texas
Talking on a sneak
Talking like they know what’s good with me
I was breaking P’s down G by G
Jimmy, Johnny and KC
Yeah, 28 times the scene
Counting 4, 48 like 1, 2, 3
Thinking it was sweet
I was up working, they was sleep
I learned these niggas not what you think
Around these niggas you can’t blink
Yeah, I brought that E350 now a nigga need that E63
Massi or the Bently, Chevy or the Hemi, fastest one to 60
Can’t let the niggas near me
Eyes barely open, gotta battle something with me
I share all my bitches cause I got too fucking many
Speeding a Benzo, hanging out that window
Ride on that dick slow, she just wanna disco
Beat it up with tempo
Imma keep it simple, I just get the info
Damn it’s a ten four
Damn lil Blake
Damn lil Blake you got em pissed
Lil Blake came and really took my bitch
Doing tricks on the dick
Damn, I know I need it quick, but I might follow back if she thick
Shawty is you ready, put in your belly
Share it with your bestie
Boss game daily
I’mma put my thumb in her booty if she let me
Don’t even call my phone but it’s cool if you text me
My hundreds turn blue
My circle it got small as a crew
Got niggas telling stories that ain’t true
I understand they tell the truth
Niggas try hating but it’s cool
I just hope they seen a check like I do
But we gonna play it smart, We don’t ever talk, we don’t push the start
Pack smell like fart
Damn, my diamonds glowing in the fucking dark
Ain’t no conversation tryna see about that art
Got that bag in my pants
I ain’t never ask for no favor
Told them fuck niggas hasta luego
Gotta grind hard for later
I was up late for that paper
Watch that shit turn my niggas into haters
VIP going dumb
Mall going dumb
Riding with no
Come get you some
Crazy thing, I started off doing this shit for fun
Few hundreds thousand later
I think I like what I’ve become
Posse in a Bently, Chevy or the Hemi, fastest one to 60
Can’t let the niggas near me
Eyes barely open, gotta battle something with me
I share all my bitches cause I got too fucking many
Speeding a Benzo, hanging out that window
Ride on that dick slow, she just wanna disco
Beat it up with tempo
Imma keep it simple, I just get the info
Damn it’s a ten four
Damn lil Blake
Damn lil Blake you got them pissed
Damn lil Blake
Damn lil Blake
(Damn lil Blake)
Damn lil Blake you got them pissed
Damn lil Blake
Damn lil Blake you got them pissed
Damn lil Blake
Damn lil Blake you got them pissed
(piss x7)