Benz

[Intro: Young Thug]

Yeah

We some real million dollar niggas, nigga

Official, like [?]

You know what I'm saying?

[Chorus: Young Thug]

Nigga trying to creep inside your grave, man

Fuck it, buy a Benz on his ass (Aye)

Fuck that hoe, you know I been smashed

I'ma skeet off with 200 on my dash (Aye)

Fuck school, ain't never went to class

Fuck a teacher, I was thumbin' on they ass (Aye)

Hundred rounds right inside a tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat, yeah (Aye)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

Million off of rapping, we'll kill 'bout this shit (Kill 'bout it)

Like we playing hockey, in the field with them sticks (Aye)

I could give a fuck 'bout how you feel 'bout that bitch

If you trip about that hoe you might get killed 'bout that bitch (Facts)

We be in the kitchen milly rockin' (Milly rockin', woah)

Say he want to see it, let him watch it (Let him watch it, woah)

Cook it in, it fеlt like Benihanas (Whip it, whip it)

Way too many guns, too many commas

And that choppa spit that bitch out like Dеsiigner (Grrah, grrah, grrah)

I stay with that Uzi like I'm Drama (Woah, woah, woah)

Walk up on that nigga like, "What's Brackin'?" (Like, "What's poppin', pussy?")

Headshot, somebody call his mama

Bitch you talking to the patek rockin'

12 punching, rockin' Gucci like I'm advertising

Well wishes to them pussy niggas mad I got it

Hated on me with my chicken, tried to sabotage me (Ha')

Real nigga, never die, never lie

We got weed, we got bars, we got coke

Tell the team on your broads, send my dawgs off the rope

My machine ringing off, like a phone off the hook (Off the hook)

Some shit that you was doing for a look

Get your man smoked (Brrt)

[Chorus: Young Thug]

Nigga trying to creep inside your grave, man

Fuck it, buy a Benz on his ass (Skrt, skrt, aye)

Fuck that hoe, you know I been smashed

I'ma skeet off with 200 on my dash (Smash, aye)

Fuck school, ain't never went to class

Fuck a teacher, I was thumbin' on they ass (Okay, aye, okay)

Hundred rounds right inside a tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat, yeah (pew-pew-pew, boom, boom, aye)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]

I'm changing up

100 racks or more, bitch [?] trust

Draco with my trench, [?] gon fuck round and get bust

First time I got a deal, I lost my heart ain't got no luck

Bitch I am in Philly like a Philippine yeah

Play the cold shoulder on a nigga, cause I know they fake

I got nothing for no nigga, cause I know they leeching

My whole crew feasting, and ya'll nigga ain't eat yet

I'm geeked up and I am leaning, and I am trying to pace

Your boss is Tommy Hilfiger, like you will know he racist

I got a diamond ring and that bit look like the equator

Bling bling bling, like water baby

[Chorus: Young Thug]

Nigga trying to creep inside your grave, man

Fuck it, buy a Benz on his ass (Skrt, skrt, aye)

Fuck that hoe, you know I been smashed

I'ma skeet off with 200 on my dash (Smash, aye)

Fuck school, ain't never went to class

Fuck a teacher, I was thumbin' on they ass (Okay, aye, okay)

Hundred rounds right inside a tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat, yeah (pew-pew-pew, boom, boom, aye)