Certified Trapper
Benihachi
[Verse]
I was broke, what you thought I did?
I took a risk, n***a
Fifty off a brick, n***a—fifty off a mixtape
Walk up in my section with a Rollie, that's a risk-take
I would line the heads up on the south that was when lake
I take a bitch to Benihana, Hachi on a dinner date
Bitches—it’s three up in the morning, doing forty on the interstate
A hundred up my kit, could've went and bought some real estate
Bitch wouldn't know a real n***a if it was in her face
Oh, you drink the lean? Well, what you sip a day?
Ion wanna fuck—I’ma get her face
N***a, that ain't your bitch if you ain't get her lace
Oh, you a killer? Well, what you blick today?
Me, I'm rich as fuck—three banks, so I can't complain
Had to fuck around and go Beamer truck 'cause I kilt the Range
Pop a key, spinning on they block like a boomerang
Pop yo' ass up with the switch just for you to change
Twenty-inch, a rented ass lookin' real fat
Five hundred spender every day, this some real Act’
And when Drake say, "I just flip the switchy," yeah, I feel that
Bitch ain’t go to Dr. Miami—that's a real bag
Fuck her, by her hair, still look good—these some real tracks
Two bricks, forty Gs flat—that’s some real packs
Pussy down to her last life—I'ma kill that
I'm on child support, lil n***a—I'm a real dad
Burn this bitch down on the East—I’ma melt that
Finally off tour, spanking shit, putting belt to ass
Bitch, I need to go and fly private—fuck Delta ass
Bitch, I'm heavy duty—I'll crush you with yo' wilted ass
[Outro]
Neck cushion on 'cause I'm airport fly as fuck
Bitch, I bet if you was my teacher, you would write me up
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Sweet-ass n***a getting treated—yeah, you rice as fuck
Bitch, I'm tryna Dragon Ball Z—she said that I can fuck
Throwed off the perc, got me itchin' like a fucking monkey
Bitch said she do boy drugs—she a fucking junkie
If yo' mama dead, I'ma tweak and then fuck yo' auntie
Don't be mad at me, n***a—keep up with your fucking money
Poor-ass n***as
Trust Gang—Bitch you know what the fuck going on
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