87 Benzo

[Verse 1: 24hrs] Always take a win, never will I lose Fifty dollar shots for the 1942 Be careful who you talkin' with Don't mention my name in your arguments It's easy to sleep when the money right And none of this came to me overnight We can't let no lame niggas eat with us Hit-boy drop, cut the speakers up (Pshh) I'm in a '87 Benzo She said, "Twenty can you buy me that new Kenzo?" You should roll the gas first Late text message, send that ass first We in La Jolla, on the ocean (Pshh) For the money, I ain't lofting Y'all the players, Young Twenty, I'm the coach, yeah Twenty-four hits, summertime with your bitch (It's class, it's class, it's class) [Chorus: 24hrs] I'm in a '87 Benzo She said, "Twenty can you buy me that new Kenzo" We can't let no lame niggas eat with us Hit-boy drop, cut the speakers up [Verse 2: DOM KENNEDY] Look, get in where you fit in, that's the motto Told her, "if you love it, you'll swallow" My homie got caught with them high-lows A role model, but my moves you shouldn't follow Trust, I'on got enough of it I'm like, "what budget?" We gon' ball til we fall, that's period I got rubber bands on this stack of hundreds Hit like the Backwoods right off the oven I'm upstairs with a handful of hair Got her mouth on my wood Baby, tell me what's good You do a lot of posting on the Gram Land Rover in her plans, restaurant eating clams (Go) [Chorus: 24hrs, DOM KENNEDY & Both] I'm in a '87 Benzo (What?) She said, "Twenty can you buy me that new Kenzo" Niggas not fuckin' with us We can't let no lame niggas eat with us (Hahaha) Hit-boy drop, cut the speakers up (Uh) I'm in a '87 Benzo (What? yeah) I'm in a '87 Benzo [Verse 3: Hit-Boy] She said, "Hit, I need you to switch up the tempo" At Gucci in Hawaii spendin' off impulse Show me you ain't one, I treat you like my kinfolk She thick like she come from Baton Rouge We could travel faster than bad news 14 karat bamboos in your ear Put you in the 21 if we make it a year Marvin Gaye on auxiliary, hear my dear TIl then, we stack mail It's no feeling, like pushing a Benzel [Verse 4: DOM KENNEDY] They won't ever paint me too nice Came up on the Westside, which mean blue dice Get too high, end up paying the price Smooth alcoholic, I don't know what to call it Is it love or is it lust? Say I work too much, I'on keep in touch I let you drive the truck, am I bae or what? Shoes off, like french vanilla candles I'm glad you played your cards right [Chorus: 24hrs & DOM KENNEDY] I'm in a '87 Benzo She said, "Twenty, can you buy me that new Kenzo" (What?) We can't let no lame niggas eat with us Hit-boy drop, cut the speakers up I'm in a '87 Benzo (What, what?) I'm in a '87 Benzo (Pshh)