I've been abused by this cold, cold worldEverybody around you pretending that they your partner (Woah!)Let you have a problem they won't even help you out (Woah!)Smiling in your face, you turn your back they talk about youI've been abused by this cold, cold worldLord I'm going out I'm stacking all my benjaminsSwear to God that I can't wait to shit on all my friends againI'mma pull up bens again, p-p-pull up bens againI'mma pull up bens again, p-p-pull up bens againLong hair Dreeka looking like she got ass shots (Ooh!)Doing pole a rope and sipping lean and soda I am notGlock nine by the stop sign bout fifty thousand in the stash spotPray to God we don't crash in the whip through the dashI could tap the gas and make that ass dropEver wonder why your bitch look funny when the music playingBeen a gangster safe to say that I live everything I'm sayingBend her over pull her hair and eat her pussy, lick her assAnd when we be cutting up her feet be in the ceiling fanHold up, let me get my roll onThink I need another pocket just to put my phone onH-h-h-hold on, let me get my roll onThink I need another pocket just to put my phone on (Who there?)Long nose, better get your donk onSpeaking with the wrong tone, that'll get you dun dunThinking with my dick wasn't nothing like a thong songLooking for a two piece boom chicka boom boomEverybody around you pretending that they your partner (Woah!)Let you have a problem they won't even help you out (Woah!)Smiling in your face, you turn your back they talk about youI've been abused by this cold, cold worldLord I'm going out I'm stacking all my benjaminsSwear to God that I can't wait to shit on all my friends againI'mma pull up bens again, p-p-pull up bens againI'mma pull up bens again, p-p-pull up bens againPants sagging bout gat blasting while rats snitching I am tattedLean bad got bad habits yellow bitch from Lafayette fantasticDead broke, got mad ad it, I'm back stacking I'm flap-jackingYour flap rattling you fat faggot, I'm back at it in the trap trappingI love the bens, I've been camping, I'm standing strong, you bandwagonI'm concrete, you transparent, my dick out, your hand grabbinNo can blame us, who grab bammas, hit yo block, then rim shagginNo hidden cameras, from the back smashing, her ass clapping, I am nastyRoad to riches, go and get it in Daytona ChargersTook a dive from not following our first mindI was getting in the mail from UPSIf I tell you I'mma stay away from JulietI'm lyinEverybody around you pretending that they your partner (Woah!)Let you have a problem they won't even help you out (Woah!)Smiling in your face, you turn your back they talk about youI've been abused by this cold, cold worldLord I'm going out I'm stacking all my benjaminsSwear to God that I can't wait to shit on all my friends againI'mma pull up bens again, p-p-pull up bens againI'mma pull up bens again, p-p-pull up bens again
