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dcth4g - ​bentayga lyrics

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[chorus]
yeah, first i walk out, then i get me some paper
i know that they mad, i don’t care, they just haters
i slide in that lamb and that bentley bentayga, huh
i got that chop and i slay it, huh
don’t like what i’m doin’, just say it, huh
he play with the gang, he ain’t wakin up
that glock got him cooked, yeah, we bake him up

[verse 1]
yeah, that glock got him cooked, we gon’ bake
got that chop in the back, he get hit in his face

choppa go fast, like it’s winnin’ a race
you know they gon’ drop when i walk in this place
that big body urus go next to the wraith
know i go to the top, i’ma stay at first place
yeah, i know that he mad, cause i’m gettin’ that cash
yeah, hop in a lamb and i’m doin’ the dash
that dude lookin’ curious, now he delirious,
know that i’m clearin’ em, makin’ em mad
ain’t wastin’ my time, he get put in the trash
slide in my urus, you know it’s big body, pull up with that glock, he get put in the bag
i got that glock and it came with a mag
yeah, that chop’ ate him up like it’s goin’ to dinner
i know that they mad, cause you know i’m a winner
my pockets look fat and your pockets look thinner
hop in the whip and i’m really gon’ wreck it
i
all of this money, i’m really gon’ check it
know i go dummy as soon as the check hit
i’m wit my gang, and you know we gon’ get lit
glock in the back, finna spray you and you get hit
ain’t gettin’ money, you seein’ the exit

glock on my right, you get hit with the left stick
choppa gon’ shoot, yeah it’s sprayin’ that red mist
hop in a whip and i really go stupid, pull up with that glock and i’m really gon’ lose it, pull up with that chop, i pull up with a uzi, pull up with that chop, got that glock and you oozin’, okay
got that clip and i shoot like a movie, okay
yeah, we off of the drank ain’t no smoothie, okay
i pull up with that chop and a toolie, okay
i pull up with that glock and the rug’ hit your face, boy
[chorus]
yeah, first i walk out, then i get me some paper
i know that they mad, i don’t care, they just haters
i slide in that lamb and that bentley bentayga, huh
i got that chop and i slay it, huh
don’t like what i’m doin’, just say it, huh
he play with the gang, he ain’t wakin up
that glock got him cooked, yeah, we bake him up

(maybach music)



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