B4 THE BENZ

You know I don't forget nothing man I remember everything right Trying to let it breath a little bit Sometimes I get a little eager Trying to teach myself to slow it down a little bit yeah Before the benzo I had the mazda nine two nine with the crack in the window Now I'm a boujee nigga wit a bag I need me rich hoe need me a bitch Came from a long line of dealers and robbers and kick doors Come thru ya window like bruh man from the fifth floor Went from a flip phone and a pinto to a penthouse She want to play don't give up the pussy I'm kicking that bitch out Now she in love she want to be wifey She putting her heart in it That shit getting ripped out Before the benzo I'm on the bus I'm on the eighty-three up in Greenbriar Man get out my face you know a nigga ain't eating no bean pie I pull out the heater when I make em dance I ain't talking tiktok These niggas ain't re-rock these niggas are sheet rock I'm an ass hole but that's how they talk when they cash low I'm in spondivits on my pivot ordering buckets and buckets of crab though And I'm about to trade in the charger and get me a jag Get out your feelings get in your bag And I be noticing niggas be talking a lot when niggas ain't getting no cash And the bitch denied the whole thing until the camera caught it Made me realize a hoe gon be a hoe can't camouflage it Before the benzo I ain't gonna lie I had the town car with the twos on it Now I got the dial safe with the pink fifties and blue hundreds If she like me she coping a feel And I'm a go f*ck her for real And her nigga footing the bill I'm about to bully y'all niggas ain't real they fooling y'all My mouth piece is a motha I dial the wrong number it turn to a booty call Before the benz a nigga had friends a nigga had people to call on Before the benz you ain't got no gas money you had to walk home Before the benz I probably would pick up my line But now I can't give them the time no Cuz I ain't hurting for no money but these niggas dropping a dime damn Yeah I got my own you ain't gotta vouch for me ain't got to vouch for me Popping champagne yeah a thousand a piece we popping nigga Man I was there you did not pick up the check bitch Man I was there you are not posing a threat yeah I got v.v.s. in my ice yeah I got receipts I can pull up the price yeah I f*ck a bad bitch every night You just mad that this ain't your life yeah Got a safe filled wit blue faces yeah I got one you got two faces And I got enemies that's feeling me so when you see me keep that same energy Jacob