Beamers and Benz' (feat. ACG)

Yeah When we pull up in Beamers and Benz' Don't be trying to act like we was friends When you laughed at my dreams And ain't pay me attention Hold on Don't try to get in my Porsche If I wasn't important Back when you was snoring and sleeping on me now these bitches be whoring and screaming for me When I used to be poor in bed sleeping lonely But I had the ambition said F*ck my demons Started applying that pressure through every season Through the snow and rain And through sunshine and pain I'm going to leave my competition barely breathing You can't be on the team if you ain't about action When I step to the plate it's 1000 I'm batting On my way to the top no I ain't looking back man I told your bitch to bend over and she did it (What's next, what's next) I put my (shh) right in her (shh) then I hit it (From the back, from the back) FTS F*ck the system, no we ain't trippin' (Nah never that, never that) When we pull up in Beamers and Benz' don't tell me that you was just kidding (Don't take it back, take it back) I told your bitch to bend over and she did it (What's next, what's next) I put my (shh) right in her (shh) then I hit it (From the back, From the back) FTS feed the streets no we ain't trippin' (Nah never that, never that) 5% Tint on them Beamers and Benz' you know that we spinning (You better get back, get back) Beamers and Benz Dabbing me up like we friends I'm looking at life through a whole different lens My shawty bad, she a 10/10 3 friends Family behind me, I'm doing my best Trying to stack up all these checks Run it up, I ain't even going to flex Balling hard, making nothing but net ACG, always chasing greatness Never trippin', cause I know that I made it PTSD, but this music saved me Now I'm grinding, just chasing the bacon This the code, don't you ever forget Look death in its face, but we never retreat We don't fold, we don't break we don't bend That's the difference between you and me I'm stacking up racks upon racks and these rats be ready to chat, they ain't showing love So I'm bringing it back to the trap, no cap in the rap, cause I know they going to show me love Started out in the Civic we was tipping Now it's Beamers and Benz' that I be whipping I been counting up green, seeing triple digits Like Magic Johnson, I ain't ever missing I told your bitch to bend over and she did it (What's next, what's next) I put my (shh) right in her (shh) then I hit it (From the back, from the back) FTS F*ck the system, no we ain't trippin' (Nah never that, never that) When we pull up in Beamers and Benz' don't tell me that you was just kidding (Don't take it back, take it back) I told your bitch to bend over and she did it (What's next, what's next) I put my (shh) right in her (shh) then I hit it (From the back, From the back) FTS feed the streets no we ain't trippin' (Nah never that, never that) 5% Tint on them Beamers and Benz' you know that we spinning (You better get back, get back)