Playboi Carti - Beno! lyrics

(808 Mafia) Spent a hundred K on my son, I bought my sister a Jeep Can't fu*k with these hood hoes no more, they don't give a fu*k about me All-black 23, LeBron with the heat (What? 23, 23) I was just in Miami in the Rolls Royce geeked (What? Yeah, Rolls Royce, geeked) Lil' Tommy got an FN in the backseat (What? Yeah, in the backseat) Red rag, red flag, b*tch, you better make peace (Yeah) I'm in this b*tch with my killers (Yeah) Whole lotta motherfu*kin' ni**as (Yeah) We got them motherfu*kin' choppers (Yeah) I pick you up, ni**a, I get you (Yeah) I said I don't fu*k with these ni**as (Yeah) We see 'em, we punchin' them ni**as (Yeah) We upping the score on these ni**as (Yeah) Go out the back door on that ni**a (Yeah) Go out the back door on that ni**a (Yeah) Go out the back door on that ni**a (Yeah) Go out the back door on that ni**a (Yeah) Go out the back door on that ni**a (Yeah) Go back You was still posted with my boy, yeah, my slatt (Okay) Beno, he go crazy, you know that (What? What? Yeah) Whole lotta bands in this b*tch (What? Yeah) Whole lotta cash in this b*tch (Yeah) Hop on the motherfu*kin' plane (Yeah) I just popped me a G6 (Yeah) You know that I love to stay high (Yeah) My shawty just said that she bi (Yeah) She carry that sh*t, she gon' ride (Yeah) I fu*ked her then told her she mine (Yeah) I'm really not with telling lies (Yeah) I really don't hang around guys (Yeah) The streets treat me like a god (Yeah) My b*tch treat me like a God (Yeah) Got a main and a side (Yeah, side) fu*k fame, I ride with the fire Blow out the brain in the ride (Ugh) Blow out the brain in the ride (Yeah) I'm riding 'round town with a ratchet b*tch (Ayy) She say, "Carti, you back on your ratchet sh*t" (Ayy) I rock diamonds, the Patek from Elliante (What?) Show me something that Carti not better than If a ni**a keep talking, we running in (Yeah) Get that ni**a kicked out like I'm punting it (Yeah) On the block rolling dice and I'm going in Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Spent a hundred K on my son, I bought my sister a Jeep Can't fu*k with these hood hoes no more, they don't give a fu*k about me All-black 23, LeBron with the heat (What? 23, 23) I was just in Miami in the Rolls Royce geeked (What? Yeah, Rolls Royce, geeked) Lil' Tommy got an FN in the backseat (What? Yeah, in the backseat) Red rag, red flag, b*tch, you better make peace (Yeah) I'm in this b*tch with my killers (Yeah) Whole lotta motherfu*kin' ni**as (Yeah) We got them motherfu*kin' choppers (Yeah) I pick you up, ni**a, I get you (Yeah) I said I don't fu*k with these ni**as (Yeah) We see 'em, we punchin' them ni**as (Yeah) We upping the score on these ni**as (Yeah) Go out the back door on that ni**a (Yeah) Go out the back door on that ni**a (Yeah) Go out the back door on that ni**a (Yeah) Go out the back door on that ni**a (Yeah) Go out the back door on that ni**a (Yeah) Go back You was still posted with my boy, yeah, my slatt (Okay) Beno, he go crazy, you know that (What? What? Yeah)