BENJI BAND$ - For Me lyrics

SQUAD! BENJI! Just hit a lick so i got it for the cheap. Bands! Packs! (Hook) Just hit a lick so i got it for the cheap Flippin packs for them racks like the work on trampolines All black northface with the mask I do not ski Pull up late night, goons aimin with them beams Mini fridge filled with actavis cause I love that lean Gold grillin countin cash while yo b**h keep toppin me Smokin kush, break the seal pour a 6 up just for me For the love of the money can't stop thumpin through them G's (1st Verse) Sippin on syrup, f** liquor ill throw up and you know im thumbin through G's Got pills, got lean, got weed but you a f** boi so im chargin tax fees And your b**h on me but i just want the top, if not that b**h gotta leave Pour a 4 in the liter, turn yo b**h to an eater, dont trip got the heater on me Gotta beam on the Glock, got it aimed for your top, shootin 30s with bapes on my feet Dont f** with them opps, im in the trap spot, split the work up with the whole team And I got the block hot, robbed my plug for the drop, and served that to the dope feins Smoke kush to the top, talkin cash like stocks so I had to put gold on my teeth 500 for my belt, 400 for my cup, I dont smoke joints got an eight in the blunt You a dumb n***a if ya blunts ain't stuffed, you a dumb n***a if ya money ain't up Flexin with the squad we all in the cut, got hash in the pen, got keef in the blunt Smokin out the pound bad hoes in the cut, then we kick them hoes out good brain was enough You ain't trappin n***a just stop with the bluff, if you holdin that work get robbed for ya stuff Alley oop the pack Chase go for the dunk, sippin drank in the jag got OZs in the trunk Got these n***as mad but ion give a f**, put some money on ya head if you tryna get tough When them shooter blast you n***as betta run, see me with a mask you n***a betta duck (Hook) Just hit a lick so i got it for the cheap Flippin packs for them racks like the work on trampolines All black northface with the mask I do not ski Pull up late night, goons aimin with them beams Mini fridge filled with actavis cause I love that lean Gold grillin countin cash while yo b**h keep toppin me Smokin kush, break the seal pour a 6 up just for me For the love of the money can't stop thumpin through them G's (2nd Verse) In that foreign thang just switchin lanes, two bad hoes tryna give me face At the same time so im switchin brains, these foreign hoes i dont know their name New plug legit, old plug a stain, pulled out the mask robbed him for his caine You dont want beef just stay in ya lane, you know broski in the cut and he insane Louis duffle bag filled up with bank, and a QP so you know it stank Body bag cash with a b**h from Spain, seein dead presidents through my versace frames Pour up in the sprite when im sippin drank, pa**in gas like fiber we just smokin stank G Pen no lighter got hash in vapes, got your b**h in the kitchen she whippin yay Pourin up 4s with a mouth full of gold, f** with my money and you know im gone blow Shooters pull up now your car need a tow, n***as got to clappin put tags on your toe Countin this doe while this b**h give me throat, she just like the dro she from the west coast And her b**h bad just got off that boat, with tatts that show she be rollin my dope (Hook)