Benji Ostentation - Limit Breaker lyrics

Uh, what (What) uh, yeah, ayy, uh (What)
Yeah, what, uh what, yeah, what, uh
Yeah, eugh, huh yeah, yeah, eugh, huh
Uh, yeah, eugh, huh
Huh, yeah, yeah, eugh, damn

Stood off the rip like a Beyblade
You ain't sellin' nothin'
Makin' plays like an arcade
Bitch from the streets but she
Tryna make a homemade
Walk with a switch like the
Bitch made a upgrade
Mask on my face, ain't no masquerade (yeah)
Feelin' like Xen
Threw the work like a hand grenade (yeah)
Grab the choppa
Got to squeezin' like lemonade (Grrah)
Janet Jackson, turn your trap to an escapade
(Huh)
Since99 with the flow, it's immaculate
I beat the choppa 'til this bitch ejaculate
(Woah)
Reload the clip, pop it in, then I masturbate
(Brr) these niggas cap
Makin' clothes like they fabricate
(Grrah, bow)
Mentioned in songs, niggas fans of me
You know I'm shittin' on niggas, dumpin'
Why you constipate? Pen and paper
I'm the one that they aspirate (yeah)
I'm like the star
Niggas know I'm gon' constellate
(Uh, yeah, yeah)
Stack up the money, it's Eiffel Tower
Married to guap, yeah, the blue be the Bible
(Crip)
Creative mode, you just tryna survival
You need to copy your feat'
'cause you need some revival, uh
(Retro)
I keep it fifty-fifty, Virgil Abloh (Fifty)
Off White on my body, lookin' Jim Crow
Punchline after punch, I keep the combo
Comin' up fast, you couldn't keep the tempo
She want to meet-up for booking and shows
Need to get in contact with my manager
(Get that bag, yeah)
If a opp wanna meet, then I slide
To his spot with the stick, riding passenger
(yeah) the track straight gas, we
Ain't hittin' the brakes
I ain't never gon' fuck up the caliber
(yeah, skrrt, what? Skrrt)
Too many hoes, no, I'm not a sex trafficker
Master's degree with the brain
Ain't a bachelor (Okay)
Cuttin' through niggas like
Arthur's Excalibur
Run up on me, it's gon' turn to a massacre
(Brr)
Stay in your pivot, don't cross my diameter
Stick in his face
Watch him turn to a panicker
(Mix it with that, uh)
I'm whippin' the pot
Then I flip like the frying pan
(Whippin' that, whippin' that)
I put the pin to your
Head like I'm Dirty Dan
Krypton my Glock, laser beam
Think he Superman (yeah)
He made his fate, send his
Ass to the ceiling, man
(Uh, yeah, what)
Doctor Gero, how you stay with the Android
Niggas be clones, yeah
I swear they be humanoids
Stop gassin' niggas
Surprised they ain't paranoid
Pushin' my buttons
Gon' lose it like Corduroy
Shootin' at us, grab the chop
We gon' ricochet
One in the, seventeen and a thirty-eight
See the huncho
Let you get the first forty-eight
(Uh, grrah, uh, grrah) caught him lackin'
It's gon' be on First 48
(Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Huh? Hold on, Tae Retro
Throw in the scouter, I'm over nine thousand
You cuffin' these hoes, lil' bro
I'm just browsing i slide with the punch
You get hit like a falcon
I'm 5'7", my girl is a stallion
(Woah, just chill out)
I'm heavy on beats like I
Slid with a plus model
The wordplay graphic, I wrote me a new novel
They talk about money and it's
Kinda funny 'cause most
Of these lil' niggas will not see a dime
Just check the position, I'm movin'
So different like, "Tae Retro
When will you ever decline?"
The gun hyperbolic, there's one in the
Chamber, so when you get hit
You'll be stuck in the time
If it's Retro and Benji, the
Beat is like Kenny
We killin' the beat when
The flow just combine

Uh, Tae Retro, uh tae Retro, uh