Will Smith (feat. Lil Cree Cree & Benni Gorgeous)
Uhh R.I.P Will Smith, took a major L
Sending F's your way bro
Uh, I got business to attend to
Henny on my right spit some bars I'm 'bouta let loose
Zooted on the zel, in my system got a gram
They prayin' on my downfall while I'm posing for the gram
Smokin' the green from the market
Then I whip out an 11 and I'm aiming for the Target
Not target like range, but Target like store
Mama's saying bye to children when I'm bursting through the door
J's on my feet got the Trojan on the shtick
Wheeling fools up out the Target in a barrel man that's neat
Man flex, wrist cold just like metal yetis
Benjis in quantities and my glock it tucked ready
Cheffin' in the kitchen, and Paula Deen with me
She look like a snack, but man she like 70
Posted sniping in a ghillie boy you can't see me
I'm blasting these fools, on my right Lil Cree Cree
Swooping these women they cheating like life hack
Dropping these bangers just copped me a fat rack
Closet got echo like bats with location
Making a living with bars like vocation
Billy Sk33t flexing gargantuan meat
Pull up to the club, got Kyrie's on my feat
Got drillings no heck that I'm copping these cubans
The chains 'round my neck, they bouncin' like boobies
Got diamonds and emeralds on wrist I got rubies
Yo' girl she be Squirtle, Lil Cree Cree evolving
They call me Bill Nye, with these problems I'm solving
Whipping a Jag' like I'm Dale Earnhardt Jr.
You got yo' arse nervous like stiffy like boner
If Snoop Dogg smoked weed, Lil Cree Cree a stoner
Got the big brains, like Cree Cree gon' graduate
Pop some caps, in yo chest, that heart rate gonna fluctuate
How many times gotta tell you
Broads got nothing on Benni
I just be ducking their text
Please don't hit me up us less you sexy
They call me gorgeous
So clearly I be something to envy
Yo chick be up in my telly
Gettin' worn out like Guiseppe
Don't chase these broads and I don't simp on 'em
Make sure that when she leave, she got a limp on her
Keep her gassed up and her mind spinnin' like rims on her
She know why I'm hot, I ain't gotta pulla MIMS on her
Stuntin' in my blue and white J's
That's the "Flints" on 'em
Fly that's to say the least, It's Benni G featurin' Lil Cree Billy Sk33t
Yo I've been down since '87 like the Major Deegan
Hit it once and quick to play the chick like Jada Pinkett
Ask a friend to ask a friend
I'ma Crowd pleaser not ya man
I'm quick to smash a chick like Val Venus
I started off broke now homie they can't see us
So if you're looking for your girl
I got her tied up; shouts to August Alsina
Sending F's your way bro
Uh, I got business to attend to
Henny on my right spit some bars I'm 'bouta let loose
Zooted on the zel, in my system got a gram
They prayin' on my downfall while I'm posing for the gram
Smokin' the green from the market
Then I whip out an 11 and I'm aiming for the Target
Not target like range, but Target like store
Mama's saying bye to children when I'm bursting through the door
J's on my feet got the Trojan on the shtick
Wheeling fools up out the Target in a barrel man that's neat
Man flex, wrist cold just like metal yetis
Benjis in quantities and my glock it tucked ready
Cheffin' in the kitchen, and Paula Deen with me
She look like a snack, but man she like 70
Posted sniping in a ghillie boy you can't see me
I'm blasting these fools, on my right Lil Cree Cree
Swooping these women they cheating like life hack
Dropping these bangers just copped me a fat rack
Closet got echo like bats with location
Making a living with bars like vocation
Billy Sk33t flexing gargantuan meat
Pull up to the club, got Kyrie's on my feat
Got drillings no heck that I'm copping these cubans
The chains 'round my neck, they bouncin' like boobies
Got diamonds and emeralds on wrist I got rubies
Yo' girl she be Squirtle, Lil Cree Cree evolving
They call me Bill Nye, with these problems I'm solving
Whipping a Jag' like I'm Dale Earnhardt Jr.
You got yo' arse nervous like stiffy like boner
If Snoop Dogg smoked weed, Lil Cree Cree a stoner
Got the big brains, like Cree Cree gon' graduate
Pop some caps, in yo chest, that heart rate gonna fluctuate
How many times gotta tell you
Broads got nothing on Benni
I just be ducking their text
Please don't hit me up us less you sexy
They call me gorgeous
So clearly I be something to envy
Yo chick be up in my telly
Gettin' worn out like Guiseppe
Don't chase these broads and I don't simp on 'em
Make sure that when she leave, she got a limp on her
Keep her gassed up and her mind spinnin' like rims on her
She know why I'm hot, I ain't gotta pulla MIMS on her
Stuntin' in my blue and white J's
That's the "Flints" on 'em
Fly that's to say the least, It's Benni G featurin' Lil Cree Billy Sk33t
Yo I've been down since '87 like the Major Deegan
Hit it once and quick to play the chick like Jada Pinkett
Ask a friend to ask a friend
I'ma Crowd pleaser not ya man
I'm quick to smash a chick like Val Venus
I started off broke now homie they can't see us
So if you're looking for your girl
I got her tied up; shouts to August Alsina
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