Benji

[Intro] Juice WRLD / Global Ken Uh huh You really been putting in work though This damn near gonna be like a no hook, fuck around You needa find some juicy babes I know what a break is and shit so I'ma just keep going Got Lewi in these racks Ay Ay Ay Ay [Verse] Global Ken Hold up, hold up, hold up Bitch on my dick I need a whole lot Whip whip whip the stove top All that ass, I need a whole lot All that cash, I got a whole lot Oh I need a whole lot, yeah Oh I need a whole lot, ay Oh I need a whole lot Getting all the cake cause im out here working Bitch you with the bag, because you out here twerkin Spanking that ass I never had curfew Make it right back, vision like Steve Urkel Sip up sip up on the purple And they got Mc davenport blowin all he can Cause I'm out here stackin Meat on me all I heard packing You on my movie, you with John Atkins Roll up yin & yan I can take your bitch, like how the hell did that just happen Jump up on yo homies, you so tragic All of my shooters we about the ashy Im for the low so im trappin Ballin out like im out with the mavericks I need a bad bitch, yo hoe so average Your a sad bitch fuck on a bit, its a habit Ice on neck habit ice on my wrist, its a habit Iced out my watch, you know habit Woah woah woah woah woah woah woah [Verse] Juice WRLD Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, look, uh, uh Run up on a nigga I'm shootin' huh My hand on my Ruger, huh Clip look like a ruler, huh Versace on me like Medusa, huh Give me that head like Tooda, huh Niggas be phone, computers, huh All y'all niggas is losers, huh All my niggas is Buellers, huh She ride my dick like a Motor Bike Run up on me then I'm shooting die All of my niggas be grippin' .40s, .40s, .40s, .45 Run up on me then I'll shoot at yo' face, uh I spread this shit just like mace, uh Fuck that bitch, she get replaced, uh [Verse] Polo G Uh, spent the lil’ bag on these Maison Margielas, walk in the bank, I’m withdrawin’ whatever “Need like a M,” what I told to the teller, ‘member was trappin’ no matter the weather Talkin’ my shit ’cause I been doin’ better, Glock with a stick, we ain’t grippin’ Berettas Them murderers lit, we Too Turnt forever, surgical shit, we’ll get you together (Uh) I make a call, them killers en route, we been lampin’, it ain’t hard to figure you out Tracy cappin’ outside of that lil’ nigga house, doin’ damage, them hollows keep hittin’ his scalp 1300 the gang, and I put us on the map, come and see what my niggas about We don’t fuck with no lames, bitches don’t come to the telly to fuck, then we kickin’ ’em out But ’cause Polo my name, she do whatever I want, I just put my whole dick in her mouth Let that .40 go bang, we put his ass in the grave and they wish they can go dig him out My lil’ nigga let the Drac’ spit, say less, we don’t ever say shit Shoot it out, check out my J, bitch [Verse] Global Ken Blowing up the cap like another mommy card This Da Vinci in on me be stunning When she call me Hubby, I’m like Hubby's fake, call me king Ken’D uhh In the muddy kinda flooded I just need to cut it Took your girl why you acting funny and she twerkin, like she Russian told her to get it, get a concussion uh yah why you bussin Boy im out here on this hustle, shooting at that face and getting some muscle I can tell you eating from the struggle After a rock bitch, I do not cuddle Making the plays I gotta huddle Fuck on her demand, like I like the shadow Took the crown I never thumble Instead of 1k, I’ll make it double [Verse] Juice WRLD Gun at your crew, run up on me then I'm dropping my roof I-I-I get some top in my coupe, you may get shot out my coupe Cause that's what I do, all of my niggas they shoot All of my niggas, they win, we never lose Look at your bitch, she gon' choose, she gon' give me top On my block, avenue, ayy bitch I be fly like a plane, huh I'm extraordinary, they plain, huh, fuckin' yo bitch on the plane Huh, yeah, that was yo' main, huh-yuh