Some niggas call me Lu
Some niggas call me Bens
Baby girl, I want you, but I also want your friends
We can hop up in the coupe, we can drip out in Hermes
Cartier my, Cartier frame my lens
Only text that bitch past ten
You can spit, but use your hands
Baby, you think, but you text my friends
Niggas broke, they touch no
Niggas broke, so they ain't touch no bands
Brodie too geeked off them Xans
Brodie too geeked off them
When I crash in the coupe, I dip
When I crash in the coupe, I sip, uh
Bitch, you know that it's drip
I stay with blue hundreds, I feel like a crip
I play with that pussy, I might take a sip
And these niggas broke, so they touch no chips
Keep shaking ass, I might give you a tip
Beyblade, bitch, I let it rip
Beyblade, bitch, I let it rippy
It's a victory lap, nigga, R.I.P. Nipsey
1942, take a shot, now I'm tipsy
I gotta get me a cut, just so I could look crispy
Nigga, freak white bitch named Lindsey
All these hating ass niggas, they wanna get rid of me
Say that I'm broke, are you kidding me
Flexing that money, that shit don't mean shit to me
They got cheese, but they got no chips
They be green and slimey like shit
Do your dirt in your back and switch
Niggas mad, they could suck my
Niggas mad, they could suck my dick
Freak bitch, she was off of the Hennessy
F*ck niggas, be always be testing me
Like destiny, give me that recipe
Some niggas call me Lu
Some niggas call me Bens
Baby girl, I want you, but I also want your friends
We can hop up in the coupe, we can drip out in Hermes
Cartier my, Cartier frame my lens
Only text that bitch past ten
You can spit, but use your hands
Baby, you think, but you text my friends
Niggas broke, they touch no
Niggas broke, so they ain't touch no bands
Brodie too geeked off them Xans
Brodie too geeked off them
When I crash in the coupe, I dip
When I crash in the coupe, I sip, uh
Bitch, you know that it's drip
I stay with blue hundreds, I feel like a crip
I play with that pussy, I might take a sip
And these niggas broke, so they touch no chips
Keep shaking ass, I might give you a tip
Beyblade, bitch, I let it rip
When I crash in the coupe, I dip
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Some niggas call me Lu
Some niggas call me Bens
Baby girl, I want you, but I also want your friends
We can hop up in the coupe, we can drip out in Hermes
Cartier my, Cartier frame my lens
Only text that bitch past ten
You can spit, but use your hands
Baby, you think, but you text my friends
Niggas broke, they touch no
Niggas broke, so they ain't touch no bands
Brodie too geeked off them Xans
Brodie too geeked off them
When I crash in the coupe, I dip
When I crash in the coupe, I sip, uh
Bitch, you know that it's drip
I stay with blue hundreds, I feel like a crip
I play with that pussy, I might take a sip
And these niggas broke, so they touch no chips
Keep shaking ass, I might give you a tip
Beyblade, bitch, I let it rip
Beyblade, bitch, I let it rippy
It's a victory lap, nigga, R.I.P. Nipsey
1942, take a shot, now I'm tipsy
I gotta get me a cut, just so I could look crispy
Nigga, freak white bitch named Lindsey
All these hating ass niggas, they wanna get rid of me
Say that I'm broke, are you kidding me
Flexing that money, that shit don't mean shit to me
They got cheese, but they got no chips
They be green and slimey like shit
Do your dirt in your back and switch
Niggas mad, they could suck my
Niggas mad, they could suck my dick
Freak bitch, she was off of the Hennessy
F*ck niggas, be always be testing me
Like destiny, give me that recipe
Some niggas call me Lu
Some niggas call me Bens
Baby girl, I want you, but I also want your friends
We can hop up in the coupe, we can drip out in Hermes
Cartier my, Cartier frame my lens
Only text that bitch past ten
You can spit, but use your hands
Baby, you think, but you text my friends
Niggas broke, they touch no
Niggas broke, so they ain't touch no bands
Brodie too geeked off them Xans
Brodie too geeked off them
When I crash in the coupe, I dip
When I crash in the coupe, I sip, uh
Bitch, you know that it's drip
I stay with blue hundreds, I feel like a crip
I play with that pussy, I might take a sip
And these niggas broke, so they touch no chips
Keep shaking ass, I might give you a tip
Beyblade, bitch, I let it rip
When I crash in the coupe, I dip
Some niggas call me Bens
Baby girl, I want you, but I also want your friends
We can hop up in the coupe, we can drip out in Hermes
Cartier my, Cartier frame my lens
Only text that bitch past ten
You can spit, but use your hands
Baby, you think, but you text my friends
Niggas broke, they touch no
Niggas broke, so they ain't touch no bands
Brodie too geeked off them Xans
Brodie too geeked off them
When I crash in the coupe, I dip
When I crash in the coupe, I sip, uh
Bitch, you know that it's drip
I stay with blue hundreds, I feel like a crip
I play with that pussy, I might take a sip
And these niggas broke, so they touch no chips
Keep shaking ass, I might give you a tip
Beyblade, bitch, I let it rip
Beyblade, bitch, I let it rippy
It's a victory lap, nigga, R.I.P. Nipsey
1942, take a shot, now I'm tipsy
I gotta get me a cut, just so I could look crispy
Nigga, freak white bitch named Lindsey
All these hating ass niggas, they wanna get rid of me
Say that I'm broke, are you kidding me
Flexing that money, that shit don't mean shit to me
They got cheese, but they got no chips
They be green and slimey like shit
Do your dirt in your back and switch
Niggas mad, they could suck my
Niggas mad, they could suck my dick
Freak bitch, she was off of the Hennessy
F*ck niggas, be always be testing me
Like destiny, give me that recipe
Some niggas call me Lu
Some niggas call me Bens
Baby girl, I want you, but I also want your friends
We can hop up in the coupe, we can drip out in Hermes
Cartier my, Cartier frame my lens
Only text that bitch past ten
You can spit, but use your hands
Baby, you think, but you text my friends
Niggas broke, they touch no
Niggas broke, so they ain't touch no bands
Brodie too geeked off them Xans
Brodie too geeked off them
When I crash in the coupe, I dip
When I crash in the coupe, I sip, uh
Bitch, you know that it's drip
I stay with blue hundreds, I feel like a crip
I play with that pussy, I might take a sip
And these niggas broke, so they touch no chips
Keep shaking ass, I might give you a tip
Beyblade, bitch, I let it rip
When I crash in the coupe, I dip
Writer: Abens Silien, Ben Nkwantah
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid