[Intro]
Yeah, uh, the Benjis
Don't know why, but she sound like, "Oh my God"
I just hopped in the 'Rari, bitch like, "Oh my," uh
Said, "Oh my God" (Hahaha, Nick you're stupid)

[Chorus]
Them blue ones, I be countin' Benji's
I got your ho, yeah, tryna be my friend of me
Her n***a my enemy, he wan' be an angel
Hop on the scene, everybody better lay low

[Post-Chorus]
Pull up to your party with my bitch, we left with two hoes
And we get it crazy, baby, pull up, left with two more
If I don't do nothin', you know I count them blue notes
Don't fuck with too many n***as, I might just hop in that two-door

[Verse 1]
Baby, don't let mе get that, don't let me gеt that
Don't be mad 'cause your bitch let me hit that
Lil' n***a, you know you ain't with that
You shootin' my shot, you a brick-brack
I can't see all these n***a, they too low
I can't wait to hit it, that's a new low
Yeah, baby you know (You know, you know)
We get big bags, I advise you should know, ayy
Woah, baby, I advise you should know
I know your n***a can't do it like this
Say I got ice, I got two on my wrist (Two on my)
Your shorty, she on my body doin' tricks
Keep talkin' that hot, you want me to blick
[Chorus]
Them blue ones, I be countin' Benji's
I got your ho, yeah, tryna be my friend of me
Her n***a my enemy, he wan' be an angel
Hop on the scene, everybody better lay low

[Post-Chorus]
Pull up to your party with my bitch, we left with two hoes
And we get it crazy, baby, pull up, left with two more
If I don't do nothin', you know I count them blue notes
Don't fuck with too many n***as, I might just hop in that two-door

[Verse 2]
Yeah, two-door, yeah, two-door (Ah)
Two-door (Ah), two-door (Ah, ah)
Think you speakin' facts, now you sayin' what you think you know
Think you speakin' facts, now you just sayin' what you think you know
N***as don't know nothin', put that on my life
Put that on my guys, bake a n***a like a pie
Hatin' for no reason, yeah, n***a, what you want?
You must be tired, ayy, hatin' n***as, I despise

[Chorus]
Them blue ones, I be countin' Benji's
I got your ho, yeah, tryna be my friend of me
Her n***a my enemy, he wan' be an angel
Hop on the scene, everybody better lay low
[Post-Chorus]
Pull up to your party with my bitch, we left with two hoes
And we get it crazy, baby, pull up, left with two more
If I don't do nothin', you know I count them blue notes
Don't fuck with too many n***as, I might just hop in that two-door

[Chorus]
Them blue ones, I be countin' Benji's
I got your ho, yeah, tryna be my friend of me
Her n***a my enemy, he wan' be an angel
Hop on the scene, everybody better lay low

[Post-Chorus]
Pull up to your party with my bitch, we left with two hoes
And we get it crazy, baby, pull up, left with two more
If I don't do nothin', you know I count them blue notes
Don't fuck with too many n***as, I might just hop in that two-door

[Outro]
(Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
(Whew, brrt)