Benny the Butcher - Beamer, Benz, Bentley lyrics
Benny the Butcher [Jeremie Damon Pennick] Buffalo, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Benny the Butcher - Beamer, Benz, Bentley lyrics]
Let's go benny, nigga
But you already know that, right? Look
Beamer Benz or Bentley, fuck what they expect
And I got now, motherfuck who waiting next
Two hundred dollar kicks
shorty give me eight stacks
I'm a tall like a NBA ref
I'm stunting, like fuck it
I do this shit for nothing
I'm popping bottles and I rocked
Your newest shit for nothing
Ferraris, Bugatti, I'm trafficking, I'm sorry
That mink on my back
It feel like African safari
My passenger a diva, my glasses and my vicas
I swear my back pockets
Prolly fatter than Aretha
I run a nigga over when
I'm backing up the Beamer
Them diamonds and them C notes came
From wrapping up a kilo
Didn't you know I do it, I am not a rapper
Masses with gloves, I am not a catcher
Hit them with that chopper yo
I am kind of accurate
When I leave her house
She gonna have to buy a mattress
And I keep that heat, work always cheats
And I back that out if y'all play me
I'm calm, I'm cool, everything brand new
I ain't handcuffing, you can get my bitch too
Here my Beamer, Benz, Bentley
Them D cups always tempt me
I been trapping dog
Shay gave me this beat to resurrect me
Fuck her in my hoodie and my
Sneakers if she let me
Cook up in the kitchen
I'ma stretch it if she let me
Your bitch kinda bad
You be sleeping on your broad i bust a nut
After that I'm sleeping on your bra
And I'm in the trap so I
Keep her in the malls i blow a dutch
Put her in a sleeper then I'm gone
In my Beamer, Benz, or Bentley
But you already know that, right? Look
Beamer Benz or Bentley, fuck what they expect
And I got now, motherfuck who waiting next
Two hundred dollar kicks
shorty give me eight stacks
I'm a tall like a NBA ref
I'm stunting, like fuck it
I do this shit for nothing
I'm popping bottles and I rocked
Your newest shit for nothing
Ferraris, Bugatti, I'm trafficking, I'm sorry
That mink on my back
It feel like African safari
My passenger a diva, my glasses and my vicas
I swear my back pockets
Prolly fatter than Aretha
I run a nigga over when
I'm backing up the Beamer
Them diamonds and them C notes came
From wrapping up a kilo
Didn't you know I do it, I am not a rapper
Masses with gloves, I am not a catcher
Hit them with that chopper yo
I am kind of accurate
When I leave her house
She gonna have to buy a mattress
And I keep that heat, work always cheats
And I back that out if y'all play me
I'm calm, I'm cool, everything brand new
I ain't handcuffing, you can get my bitch too
Here my Beamer, Benz, Bentley
Them D cups always tempt me
I been trapping dog
Shay gave me this beat to resurrect me
Fuck her in my hoodie and my
Sneakers if she let me
Cook up in the kitchen
I'ma stretch it if she let me
Your bitch kinda bad
You be sleeping on your broad i bust a nut
After that I'm sleeping on your bra
And I'm in the trap so I
Keep her in the malls i blow a dutch
Put her in a sleeper then I'm gone
In my Beamer, Benz, or Bentley