NO DEBATE!
Stack it like a pancake, got the syrup on the plate
You know I'm good with ladies, take yo mama on a date
Both my pockets poppin' full of money, no debate
Both of my pockets are poppin' I got all the money there ain't no debate (yuh)
Rappin' a lot but I don't really say nothing
Not making sense but you know that I stay busted
Call me impostor cause you know I stay sussin'
Glock in my rari but really it's way rusted
Poppin' a opp like a pill, got the medicine
My name is Ben, I'm the handsomest specimen
I am so fly that I look like a pelican
No coca cola, not even the Mexican
I'm diabetic, I can't take the sugar
I got the money, got green like a booger
Not sellin' drugs but run streets like a hooker
I wear like size 12, I'm the heaviest footer
Mess around and get jumped like Haikyu
Mess around and get blood on my white shoes
I'll be honest man, I don't really like you
Insulin issues but I'm not the type two
Settle for less when I know that I'm flawless
A hundred and nothin' ain't takin' no losses
See Ben in the streets and you gotta stay cautious
I'm cute but I'll hurt you, just call me a walrus
Stack it like a pancake, got the syrup on the plate
You know I'm good with ladies, take yo mama on a date
Both my pockets poppin' full of money, no debate
Both of my pockets are poppin' I got all the money there ain't no debate (yuh)
Wait, Soop, you know I wear a size 15, right (yeah)
Cookin' up work, I'm right outta the Bunsen burner
Nine Eleven, I'll speak, it's a fuckin' murder
Hell inferno, I'll spray with the heat I'm packin'
Sell the fame from the cellophane catchin' plastic
I'll have to spray when I pass that lil' boy in traffic
He was laughin' till I got that pistol, he seek he missile
Aim at his noggin, won't even see when it's knockin'
Around the corner, and then another, he just a coroner
Hearing n' we seein' this motherfreakin' motherfucker
In a pack full of millions
They bustin' my balls like we all playin' billiards
On another level from Koopas, and goombas, and King Boo
Make you disappear like nobody gonna miss you
Smokin' my body, from cannabis misuse
Slightly loose, and enjoying the show outta this booth (god damn)
You know I'm good with ladies, take yo mama on a date
Both my pockets poppin' full of money, no debate
Both of my pockets are poppin' I got all the money there ain't no debate (yuh)
Rappin' a lot but I don't really say nothing
Not making sense but you know that I stay busted
Call me impostor cause you know I stay sussin'
Glock in my rari but really it's way rusted
Poppin' a opp like a pill, got the medicine
My name is Ben, I'm the handsomest specimen
I am so fly that I look like a pelican
No coca cola, not even the Mexican
I'm diabetic, I can't take the sugar
I got the money, got green like a booger
Not sellin' drugs but run streets like a hooker
I wear like size 12, I'm the heaviest footer
Mess around and get jumped like Haikyu
Mess around and get blood on my white shoes
I'll be honest man, I don't really like you
Insulin issues but I'm not the type two
Settle for less when I know that I'm flawless
A hundred and nothin' ain't takin' no losses
See Ben in the streets and you gotta stay cautious
I'm cute but I'll hurt you, just call me a walrus
Stack it like a pancake, got the syrup on the plate
You know I'm good with ladies, take yo mama on a date
Both my pockets poppin' full of money, no debate
Both of my pockets are poppin' I got all the money there ain't no debate (yuh)
Wait, Soop, you know I wear a size 15, right (yeah)
Cookin' up work, I'm right outta the Bunsen burner
Nine Eleven, I'll speak, it's a fuckin' murder
Hell inferno, I'll spray with the heat I'm packin'
Sell the fame from the cellophane catchin' plastic
I'll have to spray when I pass that lil' boy in traffic
He was laughin' till I got that pistol, he seek he missile
Aim at his noggin, won't even see when it's knockin'
Around the corner, and then another, he just a coroner
Hearing n' we seein' this motherfreakin' motherfucker
In a pack full of millions
They bustin' my balls like we all playin' billiards
On another level from Koopas, and goombas, and King Boo
Make you disappear like nobody gonna miss you
Smokin' my body, from cannabis misuse
Slightly loose, and enjoying the show outta this booth (god damn)
Credits
Writer(s): Ben Horton
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