Featured In

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
03 Greedo
03 Greedo
Vocals
Kenny Beats
Kenny Beats
Programming
OhGeesy
OhGeesy
Vocals
Judge Beats
Judge Beats
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Jackson
Jason Jackson
Songwriter
Kenneth Blume
Kenneth Blume
Songwriter
Paul Schuele Judge
Paul Schuele Judge
Songwriter
Bryan Christopher Williams
Bryan Christopher Williams
Songwriter
Byron Thomas
Byron Thomas
Songwriter
Alejandro Carranza
Alejandro Carranza
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kenny Beats
Kenny Beats
Producer
Judge Beats
Judge Beats
Producer

Lyrics

I'ma pull up in a Benz, ayy, ayy (Three)
Unlimited (Bitch), strategic (03)
(Woah, Kenny)
(Ayy)
Gucci shoes with the pimped out Gucci suit (Sippin' champagne in the Gucci store)
Got dark tint, but I can't pay my rent
I'ma pull up in the Benz, I don't pull up with no friends, it's the Gucci, it ain't Timb
I might pull up in the Benz and this Gucci on my lens
I might pull up in a Benz (Yeah)
Love my dog like Ralo, all them tips is hollow
Bulletproof SUV, it's a mothafuckin' Tahoe
Need my money fast, real fast, like pronto
Sippin' on that pink, smooth green, like Wanda and Cosmo
I bounce out with a stick
The way you bounce that ass make a **** cum quick
She fuckin' on my jewels, she fuckin' all the jits
All my lil' homies, they done been fucked your bitch
Trickin' on that hoe, you payin' on her rent
She say that pussy yours, why the fuck it got a stench
Beamer and the Benz, she driving all my friends
She act like she in love, but that ho, she pretend, ayy
Gucci shoes with the pimped out Gucci suit (Sippin' champagne in the Gucci store)
I got dark tint, but I can't pay my rent
I'ma pull up in the Benz, I don't pull up with no friends, it's the Gucci, it ain't Timb
I might pull up in the Benz and this Gucci on my lens
I might pull up in a Benz
Watch me pull up in that Maybach
Told 'em haters this was payback
You was hatin', I don't play that
Keep a chopper, I'ma spray that
This a AR, I don't keep the K, man
Ooh, I was stunting' like a caveman
Got the Grizzley bear, **** actin' weird
I'm a real street ****, love is all I fear
Fuckin' with my peers, ooh, ooh
I sip lean, I do not fuck with beers
Ooh, ooh-ooh
Tats on my face and I ain't go no tattoo tears
Still a killer ****, ain't no realer ****
I feel like Boosie on that thriller, ****, ooh
Michael Jackson, I'ma thriller ****, ooh
I'ma snort in case it heal a ****
Gucci shoes with the pimped out Gucci suit (Sippin' champagne in the Gucci store)
I got dark tint, but I can't pay my rent
I'ma pull up in the Benz, I don't pull up with no friends, it's the Gucci, it ain't Timb
I might pull up in the Benz and this Gucci on my lens
(We the new Cash Money)
I might pull up in a Benz (Yeah)
I'ma pull up in a Benz
Watch me pull up in a Benz
I'ma pull up in a Benz, I'ma pull up in a Benz
Watch me pull up in a Benz
Gucci, not no Timb
Feel like Baby, and I'm Slim
That shit hard, I like it
Written by: Alejandro Carranza, Bryan Christopher Williams, Byron Thomas, Jason Jackson, Kenneth Blume, Paul Schuele Judge
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out