BB Benz (feat. SupremeDae)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

She want a big body Benz

Yeah, yeah, yeah

She want a big body Benz

She want a big body Benz

Gun turn fully wit a flick of a switch

Not buyin' Balenci, I'm buyin' her rick

Too many glocks in the whip

Spinning the bin, shoot out the Benz now

A **** been real since a jit

Look at the fit, it's Cartier lens now

I say I won't do it then do it again

I hit a lick then hit at his men

I heard that he beefing with me 'bout a bitch

But him and the bitch is really just friends

I sent a picture with nut on her face

That **** was really in his feelings

Two twin mops when I'm walking through the village

Bullet hit his heart I know that he gone feel it

Be frying these ****, I might just have to grill 'em

Bullet hit his head, I know that it's gone kill 'em

Six two hit 'em, I make 'em feel the venom

Left 'em on the street, knocked 'em outta rhythm

I left 'em dead, told his ass that I'ma get 'em

Brodie got no heart shooting at the children

We pull up on his block, turn that shit to Christmas

**** want beef now, I'm granting all they wishes

****, this Dior not Hugo Boss

Deep in the streets I ain't working no job

**** keep talking, I pull up on God

**** keep talking, I sent 'em to God

I got the work and I'm getting it off

Buying whatever, don't care 'bout the cost

I got a Drake and I feel like Josh

I catch a opp like Randy Moss

Ooh

We sent his ass to the stars

Ooh

Pop me a Addy and hop in that car

Ooh

Don't show no love don't have no heart

Too many times I had to restart

I don't need no light when I walk in the dark

I hit a lick had to creep through the park

Switch go

All I know is somebody died

Them choppas they spitting like 4th of July

Suppressor it hit, he ain't even know he died

Catch 'em in traffic we make 'em collide

He was stunting on IG, we killed him on Live

Moncler coat 'cause its cold outside

He stood on the corner, we caught him outside

You ain't crossing that border, you ain't crossing that line

Damn, bring me a Wells, I don't want Chase

I'm at the bank, got the glock on my waist

She want a big body Benz

Hit after hit, Mazi, we did it again

Lick after lick, I turn a one to a ten

****, I'm making them trends

I'm making them trends, yeah

I wanna take you to places that you never been, yeah

I'm at the mosque on a Friday tryna wash away my sins

I'm talking to Allah, repenting again

We catch him out, we doing him in

True story, Supreme and LOM, yeah