"Black Benz" lyrics
Casper TNG & Solo OTA Lyrics
I know why they feel a way
I know why they feel a way
Just look at my dinner plate
Just look at my Insta' page
I know that they in a rage
I was in a paddy wagon, now I pull up in a Wraith
I was in a cell, and now I'm with your bitch, I'm in her face
I'm a high roller, gun hostler
Doing donuts, on your block we going nuts
I just had a glow up, fifty on the roll-roll, fifty on a Roller
Yeah, yeah
Bring 'em out, bring 'em in
Bring that ho', bring a friend
We gon' go, we gon' spin
That's a brick off the rim
Street nigga off the rip
Got my name on her lip
That's two hunnid for a sip
Bet the-off the drip
Brand new black Benz with an AMG on it
Casper bring the ice I might just put lean on it
In an all white Benz, uh
Bring your friend
Carti' lens
Givenchy I'm so trendy
I'm Casper, I'm not friendly
Niggas I shot, plenty
Killer, so don't tempt me
I'm chilling where you can't be
Cells made me loose it
Fell in love with shooting
Nah, this ain't for music
Bitch, I got a Ruger
Came in like Martin Luther
Fuck me in my Puma's
Shoutout to my jeweller
Kilani got me cooler
Whoa!
You can fly away, you can get a plane now
How you run away, baby you should stay down
Girl you was outta reach why you in the wave now
Wait! Uh
They say prison, they told my life is crazy, it is what I'm risking
I can never wife you baby you know that I'm-
I can't say that, uh
They can't play that, uh
I might pull up in a foreign
I might pick you up
I might pick you up
I might dick you down
Get up in your guts
And this Rollie buss
This plain jane Audemar, she like what the fuck
She remember I was broke, bummy like a scrub
Look how I came up
They ain't proud of us
Only when I'm sippin' lean, think I found the one
Before you think 'bout trying me, bitch I got a gun
Run forest run
Run, run, run
I know why they feel a way
Just look at my dinner plate
Just look at my Insta' page
I know that they in a rage
I was in a paddy wagon, now I pull up in a Wraith
I was in a cell, and now I'm with your bitch, I'm in her face
I'm a high roller, gun hostler
Doing donuts, on your block we going nuts
I just had a glow up, fifty on the roll-roll, fifty on a Roller
Yeah, yeah
Bring 'em out, bring 'em in
Bring that ho', bring a friend
We gon' go, we gon' spin
That's a brick off the rim
Street nigga off the rip
Got my name on her lip
That's two hunnid for a sip
Bet the-off the drip
Brand new black Benz with an AMG on it
Casper bring the ice I might just put lean on it
In an all white Benz, uh
Bring your friend
Carti' lens
Givenchy I'm so trendy
I'm Casper, I'm not friendly
Niggas I shot, plenty
Killer, so don't tempt me
I'm chilling where you can't be
Cells made me loose it
Fell in love with shooting
Nah, this ain't for music
Bitch, I got a Ruger
Came in like Martin Luther
Fuck me in my Puma's
Shoutout to my jeweller
Kilani got me cooler
Whoa!
You can fly away, you can get a plane now
How you run away, baby you should stay down
Girl you was outta reach why you in the wave now
Wait! Uh
They say prison, they told my life is crazy, it is what I'm risking
I can never wife you baby you know that I'm-
I can't say that, uh
They can't play that, uh
I might pull up in a foreign
I might pick you up
I might pick you up
I might dick you down
Get up in your guts
And this Rollie buss
This plain jane Audemar, she like what the fuck
She remember I was broke, bummy like a scrub
Look how I came up
They ain't proud of us
Only when I'm sippin' lean, think I found the one
Before you think 'bout trying me, bitch I got a gun
Run forest run
Run, run, run
