Buick to Benz
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If I lost it all, would you still love me?
And if I died for you, would you still love me? Oh, oh
Went from Buick to Benz
I stopped fuckin' on that pussy, I was losin' my friends
Wasn't used to that then, I'm like, "I'm here first"
On that type of timing like, "Let's see who end up dead first"
Yes, sir, handkerchief matchin', we the red shirts
Grab a crate, blow the K and see if all the rest work
Tryna force your guys into the slaughter, they gon' never work
'Cause they gon' tell on thirty-third, you niggas now learn
With Bone Crusher, I'm like Usher, nigga, let it burn
What's the word? Talkin' trips and skits, then this lil' relly turn
Purple Hearted, went bitch, but it ain't medal earned
Got acquitted on them charges, tell them court adjourned
He beat the body for his kills, that nigga worth confirmed
G-O-D, rocks from Houston, let it look like C-O-D
Yellin', "Free the level four killers and the BOPs"
She poppin' blues, I said, "I'm booed, baby, we on these"
Strictly ten, you need a couple, hit up B.O.B
We on leak, even off this medication, we don't sleep
Jackets they be passin' out for rat, that's what he gon' need
Lean on me, took him to the distro, everything on me
I can't get to blammy intervene, nigga, we gon' tweak
Granny 'nem, niggas treat you different when you hand it in
Snubs and Lil Nick supposed to be with me, nigga, I ran with them
Get off the ground with all that trollin', why you playin' with them?
Took a trip with Zo, it was on safety, thought it jammed again
Hand-in-hand, we was gram for gram, made from San Jose, made a way
Face card clean, but these hammers ain't
Seven-eight, Chevrolet Nova, finna grab me one
Suckers caught me loafin' at the store, he thought he had him one
Swear that it won't go that way again, I turn my savage up
Hit up Avis, what they taxin' for? We need them Acuras
Hit the Asians, what they taxin' for? We need them Draculas
Twelve months and seven days away from givin' rappin' up
Add me up, real estate portfolio like ten of 'em
Before the Lamb' and Maserati, I went Benz on 'em
Before the AMG, was yokin' Buicks with the rims on it
Tinted all the lens on it, we ain't into fishbowlin'
We don't do no bitch codin', richer than your big homie
Thirty on my fuckin' Rollie, that's just for the wrist only
The whole kit chunky, five first, it get spunky
Polished on the toes, these the sixes, call 'em Kid Cudi
Get money, show your love and loyalty by spinnin' for me
Or take these 40s and these choppers to your crib for me
I fucked with Blood when I was broke, he had gigs for me
He had chicken on the table, he had zips for me
Livin' lovely, poppin' Ace of Spade, now we sippin' bubbly
Just keep it stitchy when they blitz 'cause it be gettin' ugly
Keep it stitchy when they blitz 'cause it be gettin' ugly
Keep it stitchy when they blitz 'cause it be gettin' ugly