Benz Truck (Гелик) - Lil Peep & ILoveMakonnen Feat. Fall Out Boy

(Cook that shit up, Quay) Stayin' with my grandma, I still call her Ms. Bonnie Gave a stripper hoe a bag and made her call in at Onyx I be knowin' the only way they'll love you if you give them some money Blood, sweat, and tears, my niggas died, felt like we was livin' for nothin' 'Bout to pull the Benz truck in the garage for you Joe died, I was on a jet, phone jammed, had got the news You can do this rap shit or the streets, but you got to choose Buy everybody sneakers when we shop, I still got issues Never hated on no nigga 'cause he had more than me Ain't never see my pops, but still fuck with him 'cause he ain't aborted me Love lil' bro to death, he got a dub, know he got love for me Last time we talked, he told me he couldn't wait 'til you turn 43 Mini micro Draco, I took the wood off it Nigga died, plenty shirts and solja rags, they beat the hood off it Braindead, his mama pulled the plug, she seen him done fightin' Four blicks in the car, but don't nan' one of us got gun license Tell him get up off that block, go invest in him some stocks Under the house, I hid the street sweeper, we ain't need no mop Imagine tryna feed people who don't got an appetite The ones I love left me, I pray one day, we gon' make it right Demons chase me, I had to stiff-arm, ayy Youngin come and kill you for a script on All he want is a pill, for them Percs, he go crazy Stole this five from his BM knowin' that they just had a baby Stayin' with my grandma, I still call her Ms. Bonnie Gave a stripper hoe a bag and made her call in at Onyx I be knowin' the only way they'll love you if you give them some money Blood, sweat, and tears, my niggas died, felt like we was livin' for nothin' 'Bout to pull the Benz truck in the garage for you Joe died, I was on a jet, phone jammed, had got the news You can do this rap shit or the streets, but you got to choose Buy everybody sneakers when we shop, I still got issues Yeah, shot a nigga, but he ain't die, but he still left 'em on the pavement Now he gotta pay the nigga he shot to sign the affidavit Way ahead of 12, it was just roaches in that spot that day they raided I'm from where you play ball or trap, we don't fill out applications Ain't no applications This paper make you break bonds I heard you say you love me, you showed it in a funny way I'm not Faizon Got niggas dyin' daily, yeah, meeting on my personal life If I fucked and walked past her, but I ain't goin' to church tonight My mama's worked two jobs, overtime, I know she tired If you gotta remind a nigga to leave his phone, then he wasn't supposed to slide He like, "Rylo, where you been at? I ain't talked to you in a minute, do you still love me?" She like, "Rylo, where you been at? I know we don't kick it, but can you pay a bill for me?" 'Bout to pull the Benz truck in the garage for you Joe died, I was on a jet, phone jammed, had got the news You can do this rap shit or the streets, but you got to choose Buy everybody sneakers when we shop, I still got issues

Hey Goddamn, goddamn Hey (God) Hey Oh, yeah, yeah, haha, true Money, money, power I need checks in every week Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite Niggas don't make money when they disrespecting me You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me, no Every time you see me, I'm in go mode Niggas ain't 'bout to charge up, blowing smoke (smoke) When I drop a few niggas is goin' ghost You gassed up thinkin' we go toe-to-toe Ayy, I'm bout to go Kanye West on niggas You know care less if I upset some niggas Hey, supposedly I've been in debt with niggas Fuck 'em, I ain't writing out no check for niggas My lawyer check them niggas, said don't sweat them niggas Order lobster for breakfast and dinner He talkin' wild, I said objection, nigga You a lame, get up out my section, nigga Hey, he throwin' shade, I don't play fetch with niggas Yeah, big money, still I rarely flex on niggas Don't need attention, just respect from niggas Oh no, all I really need is, need is Money, money, power I need checks in every week Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite Niggas don't make money when they disrespecting me You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me Money, money, power I need checks in every week Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite Niggas don't make money when they disrespecting me You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me No way, that's okay, that's okay Oh, I come a long way Yeah and it's been a while since I clocked in Came out on top and shawty tell me I'm poppin' Might miss a concoction, yeah, pour me a drink up When these niggas start wildin', yeah, you the one that I think of And God, he the only one thing keepin' you niggas from gettin' sprayed up For my daughter, I'm gangster, for a dollar, you a traitor (traitor, traitor, traitor) You got money problems, I'm sorry (hey) Ain't no money problems ever stop me (never) I just treat a prayer like a hobby And then I prosper to godspeed and it got me Money, money, power I need checks in every week Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite Niggas don't make money when they disrespecting me You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me Money, money, power I need checks in every week Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite Niggas don't make money when they disrespecting me You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me, no Ayy, yeah, I heard They talkin' crazy on the block still I ain't on the block no more, I'm in the hills Just checked the temperature, I'm hot still Ridin' 65, I'm on them hot wheels The flow way when I'm sauced up I got my money right last year, I bossed up Them diamonds, they look fake, they must ain't cost much Fake friends, they gon' say we lost touch Strangers, they gon' say I switched up Broke niggas look at me like easy lick, yeah Bad bitches want my kids, yeah Light skin, I call 'em my honey dip, yeah Niggas waitin' on me to slip up On my black, I just flex that's how I feel, yeah Lambo with the doors up, just for a feel up Pull up to the crib, jump inside the Benz truck Ayy, jump inside the Benz truck I might sell the Lambo, buy a Benz truck Or a SLS, gotta pick one Get my bitch one And she at the crib, yeah, doin' sit ups And she tryna get fit for a young nigga She a down ass bitch, that's why I fuck with her I'm just tryna get rich, double up figures Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em She a down ass bitch, that's why I fuck with her She a down ass bitch Down, down, down, down, down