bentayga Lyrics

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

Yeah, that Glock got him cooked, we gon' bake

Got that chop in the back, he get hit in his face

I don't like that lil dude, so I pick up the glock and I pull up with gang and we spray it like mace

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, glock got him furious, but I go fast

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 swerve in a Lamb and you ride in a Lexus

Got a girl in the back and her name is Alexis

So, I'm pickin' her up and I took her to Texas

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

Pockets, they skinny, they look anorexic

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

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)