| I just hopped up out that Benz, I just hopped up out that Benz
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| I just hopped up out that Benz, I just hopped up out that Benz
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| I just hopped up out that Benz, I just hopped up out that Benz
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| I just hopped up out that Benz, I just hopped up out that Benz
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| I just hopped up out that Benz, I just hopped up out that Benz
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| I just hopped up out that Benz, I just hopped up out that Benz
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| I just hopped up out that Benz, I just hopped up out that Benz
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| I just hopped up out that Benz, I just hopped up out that Benz (Skrrt)
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| Pull up, AMG, Balenciagas on my feet (Big motherfuckers)
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| I feel like God blessed me every time that I sneeze (Bless you)
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| Trap nigga, but today I’m eatin' Japanese (Beni')
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| Somewhere chasin' a big bag of money where I be’s (Count 'em)
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| Blue racks, blue racks, that’s all that I see (Stacks)
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| Skip school just to go sell P’s and kick it with the G’s (Ayy)
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| Ridin' dirty out in traffic, watch me bob and weave (Watch out)
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| She got mad at her boyfriend and let me fuck up her weave
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| Huh, ha, bitch, please (Bitch, please)
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| Left wrist plus right wrist below eighty degrees (Froze), huh
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| Yeah, I need some skis (You stupid, bruh)
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| You can’t name another nigga cold as me (For real)
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| I just hopped up out that Benz, I just hopped up out that Benz
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| I just hopped up out that Benz, I just hopped up out that Benz
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| I just hopped up out that Benz, I just hopped up out that Benz
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| I just hopped up out that Benz, I just hopped up out that Benz
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| I just hopped up out that Benz, I just hopped up out that Benz
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| I just hopped up out that Benz, I just hopped up out that Benz
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| I just hopped up out that Benz, I just hopped up out that Benz
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| I just hopped up out that Benz, I just hopped up out that Benz
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| Countin' all this paper got my fingers hurtin' (Gimme that rubber band)
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| Take a Perky (Take a Perky), pour a dirty (Dirty-dirty)
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| She thick as fuck, I call the girl «Beef Jerky» («Beef Jerky»)
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| Clown-ass nigga belong in the circus (God damn)
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| Eighty racks on me, drive-through at Church’s (Gimme a two piece)
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| Them bullshit diamonds, your jewelry box worthless (Get the fuck outta here)
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| Camo outside, inside Hermès (Yeah, yeah)
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| Was in the trap thinkin' practice make perfect, ayy
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| Talk shit like Cassius Clay (Damn), ayy
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| Came up off chronic just like Dr. Dre, huh, ayy (Ayy)
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| The only thing I did was hustle and pray, ayy (Ayy)
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| Mannie Fresh was my Jam Master Jay (Yeah)
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| I just hopped up out that Benz, I just hopped up out that Benz
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| I just hopped up out that Benz, I just hopped up out that Benz
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| I just hopped up out that Benz, I just hopped up out that Benz
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| I just hopped up out that Benz, I just hopped up out that Benz
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| I just hopped up out that Benz, I just hopped up out that Benz
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| I just hopped up out that Benz, I just hopped up out that Benz
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| I just hopped up out that Benz, I just hopped up out that Benz
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| I just hopped up out that Benz, I just hopped up out that Benz |