Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Beni, artist - Lil Dude.
Date of issue: 22.01.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Beni |
Yeah, ayy |
Back again |
Luciano |
Me and racks in the booth |
I’m sittin' down eatin' Benihanas and I’m sober |
Luciano, I’m the man |
They heard I’m official with the pots and pans |
I don’t need friends, I need xans |
Tell the world we spendin' them bands |
Asked my lil homie, you out or you in? |
These niggas be fake, anybody they mans |
Used to reach in my pocket and pick out the lint |
Now I eat Benihanas, the steak and the shrimp |
That’s the Homicide Boys behind the tint |
Everybody call they hood the trench |
Boy your hood is not the trench |
You got neighborhood watch, man these niggas be snitchin' |
I don’t fuck with these niggas, I keep 'em at distance |
These niggas get shot up over some bitches |
If I wasn’t rappin', nigga I’d be clippin' |
Stand ten toes down, whip in the trenches |
These niggas never was official |
Crip jaw better be official, bust a pistol |
Hit the switch on the stick, make it spit like mystical |
Pull on your block and I bet it get digital |
I play with them babies like dabba-dabba-doo |
I’m in the trap, nigga who are you? |
One phone call get your whole clique through |
Got the Gucci with the bumblebee, ooh |
I chop up a brick then I hop in the coupe |
Free took the traction off so we slidin' through |
I’m the big homie y’all lil niggas idol |
You can lemonade mumble, add on Tidal |
I don’t write rhymes, I was born with a bible |
Decked up Gucci, you can have her, we gon' find her |
These niggas was born for American Idol |
Came with the stick, bet that motherfucker blind you |