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Beno! Lyrics by Playboi Carti Playboi Carti
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Spent a hundred k on my son, I bought my sister a Jeep
Can't fuck with these hood hoes no more, they don't give a fuck about me
All-black two-three, LeBron with the heat
I was just in Miami in the Rolls Royce geeked
Lil' Tommy got an FN in the backseat
Red rag, red flag, bitch, you better make peace
I'm in this bitch with my killers
Whole lotta motherfuckin' niggas
We got them motherfuckin' choppers
I pick you up, nigga, I get you
I said I don't fuck with these niggas
We see 'em, we punchin' them niggas
We uppin' the score on these niggas
Go out the back door on that nigga
Go out the back door on that nigga
Go out the back door on that nigga
Go out the back door on that nigga
Go out the back door on that nigga
Go back
You was still posted with my boy
Yeah, my slatt
Beno, he go crazy, you know that
Whole lotta bands in this bitch
Whole lotta cash in this bitch
Hop on the motherfuckin' plane
I just popped me a G6
You know that I love to stay high
My shawty just said that she bi
She carry that shit, she gon' ride
I fucked her then told her she mine
I'm really not with tellin' lies
I really don't hang around guys
The streets treat me like a God
My bitch treat me like a God
Got a main and a side
Fuck fame, I ride with the fire
Blow out the brain in the ride
Blow out the brain in the ride
I'm ridin' 'round town with a ratchet bitch
She say, 'Carti, you back on your ratchet shit'
I rock diamonds, the Patek from Elliante
Show me somethin' that Carti not better than
If a nigga keep talkin', we runnin' in
Get that nigga kicked out like I'm puntin' it
On the block rollin' dice and I'm goin' in
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Spent a hundred k on my son, I bought my sister a Jeep
Can't fuck with these hood hoes no more, they don't give a fuck about me
All-black two-three, LeBron with the heat
I was just in Miami in the Rolls Royce geeked
Lil' Tommy got an FN in the backseat
Red rag, red flag, bitch, you better make peace
I'm in this bitch with my killers
Whole lotta motherfuckin' niggas
We got them motherfuckin' choppers
I pick you up, nigga, I get you
I said I don't fuck with these niggas
We see 'em, we punchin' them niggas
We uppin' the score on these niggas
Go out the back door on that nigga
Go out the back door on that nigga
Go out the back door on that nigga
Go out the back door on that nigga
Go out the back door on that nigga
Go back
You was still posted with my boy
Yeah, my slatt
Beno, he go crazy, you know that
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