Like, Honestly, Really

Like, honestly, really
No, for real, honestly, really
I'm shocking these hoes when I pull up in the city
'Cause Benji gonna jump out the Bentley
I can talk my shit with the top sawed off, 'cause everything I do, you do it ineptly
Got loose-leaf with your scantron, but you bitches still couldn't test me
Like, honestly, really
You could frisk me, still couldn't feel me
'Cause it can go shot for shot, when I rock the block 'cause Benji ain't moving it gently
Same motherfuckers that be talking shit, be cooking my eggs at Denny's
Play hopscotch when the beat rock, when I get drunk incidentally

I just want a milli really
Niggas say I'm really pretty
Just left a tarot reading, future looking hella litty
Star child of the century
Bitch I'm popping like a sentry
In case a bitch get silly
I might get a little gritty

IQ above itty bitty
And I'm riding in your city
Got a couple bitches with me
And they're throwing paws like grizzlies
Running circles got 'em dizzy
Other faggots in a tizzy
Throwing shade like a frisbee
But I know that you still feel me

Dripping sauce like hollandaise
Luring men into my maze
And their unsuspecting ways
Hypnotized into my gaze
Tricking off and in a daze
Like we're in our final days
Let me strategize my plays
Pouring one up for my gays

I don't get sloppy drunk, but I'm feeling messy
And if I'm not making money then I'm getting testy
Money on the menu and the waiter looking sexy
Dinero, yen, lajon, ducketts, give me extra

Like, honestly, really
No, for real, honestly, really
I'm shocking these hoes when I pull up in the city
'Cause Benji gonna jump out the Bentley
I can talk my shit with the top sawed off, 'cause everything I do, you do it ineptly
Got loose-leaf with your scantron, but you bitches still couldn't test me
Like, honestly, really
You could frisk me, still couldn't feel me
'Cause it can go shot for shot, when I rock the block 'cause Benji ain't moving it gently
Same motherfuckers that be talking shit, be cooking my eggs at Denny's
Play hopscotch when the beat rock, when I get drunk incidentally

Never looking all funny
I just want all money
Belle of the ball, honey
These bitches bald, bummy
Casual and calm, cunning
That's the way I ball dummy
Stack the chips and fall, rummy
Money dribble, balling bunny

Bitches are assistants, got them taking all my calls for me
Book my trip to Albany
Accuse the bitch of laundering
To myself all day 'cause I ain't tryna parler
But if I'm gonna parler, it's gotta be in Français

I've seen a lot of things as if I've been to Broadway
I'ma still be that bitch if I don't rock Balmain
I'ma eat these hoes up like some ballpark franks
I'ma keep that same energy, baby it's all "A's"

They dick ride, dick ride
I don't understand why these hoes dick ride
Man I swear these bitches are nimrods
I wanna zap that bitch with a bitch prod
Break that bitch, and the bitch pride
But I'd rather rob the bitch out the bitch time
None of these hoes will ever get mine
'Cause Benji on his on time

Honestly, really
No, for real, honestly, really
I'm shocking these hoes when I pull up in the city
'Cause Benji gonna jump out the Bentley
I can talk my shit with the top sawed off, 'cause everything I do, you do it ineptly
Got loose-leaf with your scantron, but you bitches still couldn't test me
Like, honestly, really
You could frisk me, still couldn't feel me
'Cause it can go shot for shot, when I rock the block 'cause Benji ain't moving it gently
Same motherfuckers that be talking shit, be cooking my eggs at Denny's
Play hopscotch when the beat rock, when I get drunk incidentally



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Writer(s): Dominick Bates
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