Best friend's named Benji bitch that that's facts
I'm a run mines up to the max
I ain't got time to sit back and relax not yet
I'm a do you bad bitch please don't get attached
Blow a band make that shit back
And that's facts
I just ran off with yo hoe now you mad
And that's facts
These niggas keep going out sad please step back Boy that's facts
I don't even like yo swag that shit wack and that's facts
You said hoe please come back
She said not yet I told her bet
I'm finna break the hoe back then send her back lil nigga that's facts
F*ck these niggas these niggas sus as f*ck
Tucked up ain't worried bout nothing
Yall young niggas gotta keep up
I need my bands pockets stuffed
My hands locking up
Counting this cash racking up
Shawty ass fat back it up
Ok I'm going stupid running through these checks
Good smoke put her on her neck
No quarterback and hit the intercept
Pockets snatching hit it with finesse
We gone for the chest f*ck the beefing hit it for a check
F*ck the demons cross up on my neck he deleted hit it with an x
Best friend's named Benji bitch that that's facts
I'm a run mines up to the max
I ain't got time to sit back and relax not yet
I'm a do you bad bitch please don't get attached
Blow a band make that shit back
And that's facts
I just ran off with yo hoe now you mad
And that's facts
These niggas keep going out sad please step back Boy that's facts
I don't even like yo swag that shit wack and that's facts
You said hoe please come back
She said not yet I told her bet
I'm finna break the hoe back then send her back lil nigga that's facts
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Best friend's named Benji bitch that that's facts
I'm a run mines up to the max
I ain't got time to sit back and relax not yet
I'm a do you bad bitch please don't get attached
Blow a band make that shit back
And that's facts
I just ran off with yo hoe now you mad
And that's facts
These niggas keep going out sad please step back Boy that's facts
I don't even like yo swag that shit wack and that's facts
You said hoe please come back
She said not yet I told her bet
I'm finna break the hoe back then send her back lil nigga that's facts
F*ck these niggas these niggas sus as f*ck
Tucked up ain't worried bout nothing
Yall young niggas gotta keep up
I need my bands pockets stuffed
My hands locking up
Counting this cash racking up
Shawty ass fat back it up
Ok I'm going stupid running through these checks
Good smoke put her on her neck
No quarterback and hit the intercept
Pockets snatching hit it with finesse
We gone for the chest f*ck the beefing hit it for a check
F*ck the demons cross up on my neck he deleted hit it with an x
Best friend's named Benji bitch that that's facts
I'm a run mines up to the max
I ain't got time to sit back and relax not yet
I'm a do you bad bitch please don't get attached
Blow a band make that shit back
And that's facts
I just ran off with yo hoe now you mad
And that's facts
These niggas keep going out sad please step back Boy that's facts
I don't even like yo swag that shit wack and that's facts
You said hoe please come back
She said not yet I told her bet
I'm finna break the hoe back then send her back lil nigga that's facts
I'm a run mines up to the max
I ain't got time to sit back and relax not yet
I'm a do you bad bitch please don't get attached
Blow a band make that shit back
And that's facts
I just ran off with yo hoe now you mad
And that's facts
These niggas keep going out sad please step back Boy that's facts
I don't even like yo swag that shit wack and that's facts
You said hoe please come back
She said not yet I told her bet
I'm finna break the hoe back then send her back lil nigga that's facts
F*ck these niggas these niggas sus as f*ck
Tucked up ain't worried bout nothing
Yall young niggas gotta keep up
I need my bands pockets stuffed
My hands locking up
Counting this cash racking up
Shawty ass fat back it up
Ok I'm going stupid running through these checks
Good smoke put her on her neck
No quarterback and hit the intercept
Pockets snatching hit it with finesse
We gone for the chest f*ck the beefing hit it for a check
F*ck the demons cross up on my neck he deleted hit it with an x
Best friend's named Benji bitch that that's facts
I'm a run mines up to the max
I ain't got time to sit back and relax not yet
I'm a do you bad bitch please don't get attached
Blow a band make that shit back
And that's facts
I just ran off with yo hoe now you mad
And that's facts
These niggas keep going out sad please step back Boy that's facts
I don't even like yo swag that shit wack and that's facts
You said hoe please come back
She said not yet I told her bet
I'm finna break the hoe back then send her back lil nigga that's facts
Writer: Ian Brown, Jordan Annakie
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid