Lyrics Benz - Young Dolph

Sosa 808 got this bitch knockin′, nigga, ayy
I just hopped up out that Benz, I just hopped up out that Benz
I just hopped up out that Benz, I just hopped up out that Benz
I just hopped up out that Benz, I just hopped up out that Benz
I just hopped up out that Benz, I just hopped up out that Benz
I just hopped up out that Benz, I just hopped up out that Benz
I just hopped up out that Benz, I just hopped up out that Benz
I just hopped up out that Benz, I just hopped up out that Benz
I just hopped up out that Benz, I just hopped up out that Benz (skrrt)
Pull up, AMG, Balenciagas on my feet (big motherfuckers)
I feel like God blessed me every time that I sneeze (bless you)
Trap nigga, but today I'm eatin′ Japanese (Beni')
Somewhere chasin' a big bag of money where I be′s (count ′em)
Blue racks, blue racks, that's all that I see (stacks)
Skip school just to go sell P′s and kick it with the G's (ayy)
Ridin′ dirty out in traffic, watch me bob and weave (watch out)
She got mad at her boyfriend and let me fuck up her weave
Huh, ha, bitch, please (bitch, please)
Left wrist plus right wrist below 80 degrees (froze), huh
Yeah, I need some skis (you stupid, bruh)
You can't name another nigga cold as me (for real)
I just hopped up out that Benz, I just hopped up out that Benz
I just hopped up out that Benz, I just hopped up out that Benz
I just hopped up out that Benz, I just hopped up out that Benz
I just hopped up out that Benz, I just hopped up out that Benz
I just hopped up out that Benz, I just hopped up out that Benz
I just hopped up out that Benz, I just hopped up out that Benz
I just hopped up out that Benz, I just hopped up out that Benz
I just hopped up out that Benz, I just hopped up out that Benz
Countin′ all this paper got my
Fingers hurtin' (gimme that rubber band)
Take a Perky (take a Perky), pour a dirty (dirty-dirty)
She thick as fuck, I call the girl, "Beef Jerky" ("Beef Jerky")
Clown-ass nigga belong in the circus (goddamn)
80 racks on me, drive-through at Church's (gimme a two piece)
Them bullshit diamonds
Your jewelry box worthless (get the fuck outta here)
Camo outside, inside Hermès (yeah, yeah)
Was in the trap thinkin′ practice make perfect, ayy
Talk shit like Cassius Clay (damn), ayy
Came up off chronic just like Dr. Dre, huh, ayy (ayy)
The only thing I did was hustle and pray, ayy (ayy)
Mannie Fresh was my Jam Master Jay (yeah)
I just hopped up out that Benz, I just hopped up out that Benz
I just hopped up out that Benz, I just hopped up out that Benz
I just hopped up out that Benz, I just hopped up out that Benz
I just hopped up out that Benz, I just hopped up out that Benz
I just hopped up out that Benz, I just hopped up out that Benz
I just hopped up out that Benz, I just hopped up out that Benz
I just hopped up out that Benz, I just hopped up out that Benz
I just hopped up out that Benz, I just hopped up out that Benz