wipe out

They talked shit back then, they like it now
Tryna ride this wave, but they wiping out
Woah woah
Yeah, yeah, Ben Yen, aye
I'm in tip top shape in the place to be
They said we boys, but them boys ain't straight with me
I don't fuck with you
Call me Tom because I'm petty
My skin on smooth and my pockets on heavy
And my rockets on ready, pah-pah
He already on the floor because I rocked him already
I'm cool, I'm calm, I'm just trying to rock steady
This a Porsche, not a Chevy
I'm sipping on this D'usse
Can't worry about the past, it's a new day
I want shots, let's get loose, babe
It's not the weekend, we do this on a Tuesday
They talked shit back then, they like it now
Tryna ride this wave, but they wiping out
Woah woah
Yeah, what
I'm top-down, whipping on the I8
You're pocket watching boy, your shit lightweight
And my wrist on water, hydrate
You could get this shit too, why wait
I just bent the block, right off Logan Ave
And oh, she bad
I was busy folding cash
Think the weather was like overcast
She's like, "Can you pull over to the shoulder pass?"
Now we sipping on this D'usse
God damn, I'm the motherfucking truth babe
I'm whipping fast
Trying to figure out how to get this shit to last
Yeah, show me what you got, I need some options
You can count on me to keep it popping
I can't stand these motherfuckers, my knees is locking
Gators on my feet but my seats is ostrich
When I'm sipping on this D'usse
Can't worry about the past, it's a new day
I want shots, let's get loose, babe
It's not the weekend, we do this on a Tuesday
They talked shit back then, they like it now
Tryna ride this wave, but they wiping out
Woah woah
Can't fuck with me
Talked shit back then, they like it now
Tryna ride this wave, but they wiping out
Woah woah
Talked shit back then, but they
T-t-talked shit but they like it now
Tryna ride the wave but they wiping out
It's Ben Yen
Yeah yeah, what, god dammit



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Writer(s): Benjamin David Cragoe
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