[Intro]
(Drinkjuice)

[Chorus]
I'm in a all black Benz, the big body (Yeah)
Playin' in the middle, that's how n***as get bodied (How n***as get bodied)
Yeah, dubs for these huns, had to count that shit sloppy (Yeah)
Bitch thought I was trippin', you ain't gettin' shit out me (You ain't gettin' shit out me)
This a Glock 26 (Yeah), 30-0 (Yeah)
Shoot it 'til it's empty, get my Stephen Curry on (Get my Stephen Curry on)
Yeah, chase a n***a down, got him tryna hurry on (Yeah)
RIP Deez, RIP Trey, I can't believe that brodie gone

[Verse 1]
Can't believe that brodie gone, RIP my baby Deez (RIP Deez)
Put it in my mouth, baby got some doublе Ds (Baby got some double Ds)
Yeah, samе gang yacht, still be throwin' up the B's (Still be throwin' up the B's)
Rollers keep harassin' me, they couldn't catch me in the G (Skrrt)
Yeah, yeah, thinkin' 'bout 2, I see resemblance in Tenesha (Yeah)
I'm a fresh shooter, get to steppin' in some Prada (Get to steppin' in some Prada)
Keep it to myself, you know n***as like to gossip (Yeah)
Bitch damn near drunk, she think I fuck without a condom
But stay humble, don't fold (Yeah), ten toes down (Yeah)
Sippin' on some clear, but I mix it with the brown (But I mix it with the brown)
N***a, fuck this rap shit, I'm tryna hit for some pounds (Tryna hit for some pounds)
Yeah, paint a n***a face with the yop, n***as clowns (N***as clowns)
Been in a all black foreign (Yeah), life gettin' borin' (Yeah)
Fuck you for the night, bitch, I'ma leave before the morning (I'ma leave before the morning)
I'm tryna slime a n***a out, bitch, I ain't tryna keep it cordial (I ain't tryna keep it cordial)
Them n***as slidin', you ain't tryna get back, we gon' extort you (Man)
[Chorus]
I'm in a all black Benz, the big body (Yeah)
Playin' in the middle, that's how n***as get bodied (How n***as get bodied)
Yeah, dubs for these huns, had to count that shit sloppy (Yeah)
Bitch thought I was trippin', you ain't gettin' shit out me (You ain't gettin' shit out me)
This a Glock 26 (Yeah), 30-0 (Yeah)
Shoot it 'til it's empty, get my Stephen Curry on (Get my Stephen Curry on)
Yeah, chase a n***a down, got him tryna hurry on (Yeah)
RIP Deez, RIP Trey, I can't believe that brodie gone (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, RIP to babies (Yeah), doper than the '80s (Yeah)
N***as talkin' down, none of that shit could never faze me (That shit could never faze)
I ain't chillin' with no bros, you catch me chillin' where the pape' be (Yeah)
Had to tell that bitch that you my type like I'm Tay B (Like I'm Tay B)
Pull up on a n***a, drop a hundred, you ain't 'bout that (You ain't 'bout that)
N***as baby moms be gettin' fucked, n***as house dads (N***as house dads)
Had to toss my bitch a light dub, told her, "Count that" (Told her, "Count that")
N***as always cryin' 'bout the bitch, goin' out sad (Always cryin')
N***as always cryin' 'bout the bitch, n***a, toughen up
N***as always playin' on that lie, they ain't tough as us (They ain't tough as us)
Finna take you for a long ride, n***a, buckle up (N***a, buckle)
I just told my best friend, "Go, baby, fuck it up" (Baby, fuck it up)
All black yacht (Yeah), presidential tent (Yeah)
Up a couple hundred, still'll take a n***a kids (Still'll take a n***a kids)
Same dog-ass n***a, get my nut and then I dip (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Your brother dyin', you ain't tryna retaliate, you's a bitch (Yeah)
[Chorus]
I'm in a all black Benz, the big body (Yeah)
Playin' in the middle, that's how n***as get bodied (How n***as get bodied)
Yeah, dubs for these huns, had to count that shit sloppy (Yeah)
Bitch thought I was trippin', you ain't gettin' shit out me (You ain't gettin' shit out me)
This a Glock 26 (Yeah), 30-0 (Yeah)
Shoot it 'til it's empty, get my Stephen Curry on (Get my Stephen Curry on)
Yeah, chase a n***a down, got him tryna hurry on (Yeah)
RIP Deez, RIP Trey, I can't believe that brodie gone