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benjis - chuckyy lyrics

[intro: chuckyy & g herbo]
(big oz on the keyboard and sh*t)
yeah, uh, uh, yeah

[chorus: chuckyy]
so many thoughts goin’ through my head, do my dirt alone, n*ggas act like the feds (f*ck)
just got a call that i was dead and they ain’t never outside, n*ggas know how we play it (you already know how we rockin’)
he got two to the head, that sh*t a lil’ f*cked up, like lil uzi vert, he got pushed off the edge (bah)
countin’ up benjis, all my friends dead (d*mn)
i got benjis, all my friends dead (d*mn)
i got benjis, all my friends dead
countin’ up benjis, all my friends dead (f*cked up)
i got benjis, all my friеnds dead
i got benjis, all my friends dеad (bath)
countin’ up benjis, all my friends dead (bath)
countin’ up benjis, all my friends dead (bath)
all my friends dead (bath)

[verse: chuckyy]
ran up my money, you n*ggas start hatin’, i don’t even know why, that sh*t ain’t change me
uh, bein’ broke, sh*t make me angry, i got off my ass and got unlimited paper (ching)
uh, we’ll hit a n*gga block in a s550, for sure, yup, this a mercedes (skrrt)
your b*tch tryna have my baby, but i ain’t even know that, i’m just tryna glaze her (d*mn)
understand me, n*gga, what’s up? i really drop dunks, d really push up (uh, what he on?)
uh, get a lo’ and we spin and tear that b*tch up every time a n*gga call my bluff (bah, bah, bah, bah)
uh, n*ggas on the ‘net with they chest out, catch him in person, his sh*t be tucked (it’s tucked)
uh, caught an opp and i pulled my belt out, bta, put this sh*t all on his b*tt (his looter)
uh, shoot a n*gga in the head, he stuck
10 mil’ too big, why i walk with a hunch (bah, bah)
uh, shorty takin’ sh*t out like brunch
big bro sent him off and his ass got lunched (bah, bah, bah, bah)
uh, stackin’ up cheddar, that is a must
rackin’ up b’s on the side, gotta know that’s a plus (that’s a plus sign)
the trackhawk fast, leave sh*t in the dust (skrrt, skrrt)
drivin’ an rt, shorty, go put that sh*t up (put sh*t up)
and i don’t even put lips on these hoes, so why would i let you put lips on my cup?
i sip too much and i don’t sip qua’, pour tris, h*ll nah, we ain’t sippin’ the ‘tuss (it’s nasty)
this glock 23 put a dent right up in your sh*t if you tryna come tweakin’ with us (bah)
lettin’ bangers bust, all we know is lettin’ bangers bust, uh (bah, bah, bah)
lettin’ bangers bust, all we know is lettin’ bangers bust, get the lo’, we gon’ paint it up
n*ggas dangerous, how you slidin’ and rattin’ at the same time? n*ggas be b*tches (b*tches)
n*ggas dangerous, how you slidin’ and rattin’ at the same time? n*ggas be witnesses
me and my bro go outside and slide like nineteen times tryna knock down an enemy (skrrt)
but n*ggas don’t know that feelin’, n*ggas wanna be internet k!llers (ig)
me and n*ggas apes and gorillas, catch a n*gga out of bounds, on fred, we clip him
uh, body bag, zip him, uh, try to run, switch trip him (rrah)
sippin’ on lean, i don’t sip on liquor
chuckyy beat up the stu’, then put d*ck in her liver
[chorus: chuckyy]
so many thoughts goin’ through my head, do my dirt alone, n*ggas act like the feds (d*mn)
just got a call that i was dead and they ain’t never outside, n*ggas know how we play it
he got two to the head, that sh*t a lil’ f*cked up, like lil uzi vert, he got pushed off the edge
countin’ up benjis, all my friends dead
i got benjis, all my friends dead
i got benjis, all my friends dead
countin’ up benjis, all my friends dead
i got benjis, all my friends dead
i got benjis, all my friends dead
countin’ up benjis, all my friends dead
countin’ up benjis, all my friends dead
all my friends dead

- chuckyy lyrics

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