BENIHANA

[Intro]
Any last words?, yeah
Yeah

[Chorus]
I'm in a war with industry heads and executives, tryna come get me to sign it
I told this lil' bitch I need more, they uppin' the score 'cause they know I’ll fuckin’ decline it
I need like four inside my foreign, ain't talkin' 'bout Ford, ain't talkin' 'bout no motherfuckin' hunnid
These labels not ready for war, they feelin' the boy, I like how this shit kinda funny like
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, my diamonds hit like Dasani like
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, all of this shit kinda funny like
Uh, uh, uh, uh, my money long like many my-
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

[Verse 1]
Pick up the phone lil’ bitch
I done kept up too long with your tone lil’ bitch
Keep the F&N kick like a song, lil’ bitch
And she acting brand new, get her gone, lil bitch’
I don’t give fuck bout’ no one, lil’ bitch
I had popped the fuck off with that song, lil bitch’
Wait till’ they hear the rest of this song, lil’ bitch
Oh, he rap off the motherfuckin' dome and shit?
I got this bad Asian hoe eat like Benihana's
Yea, I’m talkin’ bout’ me, ain’t no Jeffery Dahmer
I just pop me a E, then I hit up Aunna
Told her she could fuck me if she bring her partner
I jus’ bust me a skeleton, AP Model
All my diamonds hit glee by the henny bottle
Only popped me a Roxy, it feelin' awful
Told the bitch bring her booty and make it wobble

[Verse 2]
That shit like, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
I ain’t talkin’ bout’ work, work, work, work, work, work, work
In the lamb truck swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve
In the burbs I heard, heard, heard, heard, heard, heard, heard
I took the top off, I lost it
You count this money up, bitch I make profit
All this money, it make me feel nauseous
They move funny, I’m moving too cautious
Pop a perc 45, he be off it
Every time I pop out, they be posting
Keep that blick by my side, I ain’t talkin’
Keep my shooters active on the often, fuck bout’ that talkin’

[Chorus]
I'm in a war with industry heads and executives, tryna come get me to sign it
I told this lil' bitch I need more, they uppin' the score 'cause they know I’ll fuckin’ decline it
I need like four inside my foreign, ain't talkin' 'bout Ford, ain't talkin' 'bout no motherfuckin' hunnid
These labels not ready for war, they feelin' the boy, I like how this shit kinda funny like
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, my diamonds hit like Dasani like
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, all of this shit kinda funny like
Uh, uh, uh, uh, my money long like many my-
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh