Tesla

[Intro: Turich Benjy]

Aye, man, I thought I lost myself trying to find everything

[Chorus: Turich Benjy]

The car could park itself
I done lost myself
I done got it back
I've been showin' muscle bussin' out my packs
I got what I asked fo'
Thank god gave me a test
Pistol at the desk
Shoot a fuck-boy then I had to hit em
Gah, Gah, Gah, Gah, Gah, Gah
Fill a nigga chest
I've been doing things
I know I'm up next
They ain't never seen, I've been going flex

[Verse 1: Turich Benjy]
I might [?] my flex
They ain't go no, money, they been bouncing checks
I've been showin' muscle bussin' out my packs
I got what I asked fo'
Thank god gave me a test
Pistol at the desk
Shoot a fuck-boy then I had to him em
Gah, Gah, Gah, Gah, Gah, Gah
Fill a nigga chest
I just popped a Tesla, walked around like I'm possessed
Hopped up in a Telsa drop the T's like open chest
Don't nobody know nothin' bout my set
And I don't know who's next but I know I'm ballin
These bitches broke I had to [?] I'm a doctor
I got dope dick don't treat it like an option
Fuck around and lose your mind cause I'm a dog
Hit her open paw
Pull strings like Guitar, beat it like a drum
Bum bum pa bum, bum, Brrum bum bum bum
Money conversation I can make the pussy talk
Put it on her tongue, lick it till it ...
Whip it out the bowl, sip it with a straw
Shawty took my love and then she mixed it with the drugs
Now she call me everyday, miss livin' with the plug
I can't beat down myself, I can't beat down on myself not no longer
I ran up all of my checks, now they longer
Made that bitch pay for my sex, my dick golden
I feel like stunna, I don't owe no one
These niggas talk bout the checks I got mo'
I'm gonna die bout my respect, bitch I'm noble
My money colorful, it look like floral
That's cause it's international I'm global
That's cause it's international I'm global

[Chorus: Turich Benjy]
The car could park itself
I done lost myself
I done got it back
I been showin' muscle bussin' out my packs
I got what I asked fo'
Thank god gave me a test
Pistol at the desk, shoot a fuck-boy then I had to hit em
Gah, Gah, Gah, Gah, Gah, Gah
Fill a nigga chest
I've been doing things, I know I'm up next
They ain't ever seen, I've been going flex