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dankhytten - benz truck lyrics

[verse 1 / fgtsht|na] [sus]
i sh+t on bandos
ganging up on brother, motherf+ckers they be down low
banging on these types o’ sucking pipes, now it’s a fat load
pulling up on homies with the 9’s, get their back blown
tryna jack black like highschool, it’s a mad world
get a hold on your sh+t cuz these suckas in the condos
shooting up they veins, holding stocks, now it’s broncos
it’s a b+tch it’s a c+nt, no wonder they try to front
get a gun, holding up, these suckas they hit the timec+nt
now that’s a bankshot!
give me choppas chilling on the block, now we in the back lot
hoping on amigos hating back is with the bad luck
k!lling all these types and getting on the them where thе fat f+cks?
on the them wherе the fat f+cks?
on the them where the fat f+cks?

[verse 2 / lil nico]
not a street boy, but i’m still the sh+t (i’m still the sh+t)
i’m not a f+ckboy, but i’ll f+ck yo b+tch (i’ll f+ck yo b+tch)
i’m a real g cuz imma never snitch (never snitch)
i’m a big boy, your girl she know i’m rich
cuz i been ballin’ real hard everyday
i be rollin’ with the gang
i be sippin’ purple drank
i be smokin’ good dank
i be emptying the bank
i be spendin’ all these hundreds, i be throwin’ all these hands ay
ik’ en gadedreng mig jeg er fra provinsen (fra provinsen)
ik’ en f+ckboy men du ved jeg zigger gizen (zigger gizen)
jeg er en rigtig g, snakker aldrig med policen
jeg er en stor dreng, du ved jeg stabler skisen brors haha!
[chorus / lil assi]
swervin’ in my benz truck, outta f+ck it up
lookin’ out for them fat f+cks, and i’m with lil pump
swe+swervin’ in my benz truck, outta f+ck it up
lookin’ out for them fat f+cks, and im with lil pump

[verse 3 / thei$$]
afternoon playin’ tag in the kindergarden (kindergarden)
police rollin’ by, i ain’t even lyin’ (even lyin’)
came lookin’ with a light it was very shiny (very bright)
pretty weird situation we we’re all hidin’ (all hidin’)
just finished smoking, i ain’t even capping (no cap)
explained the situation and he started laughing (hahaha)
runnin’ from the trees came the one we call fgt (that’s jones)
(he a carrot, he a rabbit)

[verse 4 / lil pickle]
so this what happened:
i was outta milk, i thought i was trippin’
my boy look up, like i drank the last, sorry bout that cuz
went to the store, but i’m never lackin’, you know pistol packin’
i took the milk, placed it on the counter, let him run his counter
now from behind, thought i saw a spy, it’s just my homie clyde
said what’s good? and his mouth was runnin’, brunnem think he stunnin’
i started reachin’, but he called my bluff, upped his glock and shot me
[chorus | verse 5 / lil assi]
swervin’ in my benz truck, outta f+ck it up
lookin’ out for them fat f+cks, and i’m with lil pump
ridin’ round with them mad glocks, tell a man to jump
and my wrist full o’ blue rocks, and it got no bumps
trappin’ out the 4k, ay, with delay (ay)
duckin’ when they shootin’, ay, no jfk (ay)
talkin’ to these hoes on the mic, just like sway
cheffin’ up the opps in the kitchen no filet
no filet mignon in the kitchen (in the kitchen)
on the countertops there be b+tches (lotta b+tches)
only bad b’s no hoes
only on them highs no lows (goooooo)
fiendin’ tired o’ beamin’
imma go and get this trappin’, tired o’ strappin’
imma blow off all they shooters, and my looters
imma show em’ all this italian, he a stallion, no one toucha my spa+

[verse 6 / dj whiteboi]
roll the window down we pullin’ up in rover trucks
pick yo b+tch up and drop her off in 30 sucks
it ain’t black forces round here it’s 30 glocks
if they tryna start somethin’ it go up like stocks (baow)
i done came up, but they ain’t talkin’ bout it
i see h+lla’ b+tches i’m just tryna walk around it (walk around it)
don’t talk to me, we ain’t the same (we ain’t the same)
i had the money ‘fore the fame (before the fame)
i’m just tryna talk about the pain (bout the pain)
nicolaj is a b+tch and he took my name (took my nam+hahaha)
(tryna talk about the pain)
(nicolaj is a b+tch and he took my name)
[chorus / lil assi]
swervin’ in my benz truck, outta f+ck it up
lookin’ out for them fat f+cks, and i’m with lil pump
ridin’ round with them mad glocks, tell a man to jump
and my wrist full o’ blue rocks, and it got no bumps

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