I just might hop in that Benz
Four-forty-eight and its aimed at yo lens
Tell them niggas that I'm back from my trip
And he trynna get inside but he can't get in
I'm focused on bread what I'm trynna get
That Glock hit his head hit a nigga, shit
I gotta go no we can't take, pics
He get stuck cant do it like, this
I got them bezels shining on my, rist
She trynna feel up all up on my, ribs
I slide in a Porch Cayenne
Two glocks, two chops
We gon aim it right in
I was stuck in a box you ain't help me then
All of a sudden wanna be my friend
Vivien chain gon shine when I dance
Bb. Simon gon hold my pants
Im finna hop in a benz
(Im finna hop in that benz)
Im finna hop in a benz
I just might hop in that Benz
Four-forty-eight and it's aimed at yo lens
Tell them niggas that I'm back from my trip
And he trynna get inside but he can't get in
I'm focused on bread what I'm trynna get
That Glock hit his head hit a nigga, shit
I gotta go no we can't take, pics
He get stuck cant do it like, this
I got them bezels shining on my, rist
She trynna feel up all up on my, ribs
I slide in a Porch Cayenne
Two Glocks, two chops
We gon aim it right in