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F3dbaby - 600 Benz Lyrics



F3dbaby - 600 Benz Lyrics




Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'
If I'm gon' give y'all anything, man, it's gotta be something exotic, you know what I'm sayin'
Caffeine, baby, go too damn motherf*ckin' hard, man
Yeah

I try to tell y'all, man, you know what I'm sayin'? I ain't gon' give up
Shout-out to my dawg, Lucky. Shout-out to my dawg, Thugger
Shout-out to my dawg, Nice. Shout-out to Sean G
And all the goons on KC

My new chick look like Stephanie Mills
She from Beverly Hills. I'm executive at my label
Check my videos on cable
That fentanyl dose, I can't save you

Middle finger to the ones who try to raid you
Take it and run with God gave you
I connect when I swing with it like Babe Ruth
Gotta take in my genes just to spray you

Never told nothing to state troops
I hustle from May to April
They open up the cage and let an ape loose
I'm a demon looking for my pretty angel

Only time I change is when I change clothes
At 14 years old, I'm who the game chose
Shout-out to my lawyer, Jason Ramos
I'm dressed as Da Vinci

Looking slick, I'm looking for Jenny
Not Lopez, I'm talking Hussan
I told the scene when we get done f*cking
Papa Adderall, now my name buzzing

New Yorkers just made it through custom
My opp's eyes open, I'm trying to shut him
300 shots turn his ass into flubber
My pinky ring is a cluster

I don't hang around no busters
What you smoking on? It gotta be truffles
Gave you 20 grand to the usher
Left church feeling God's structure

She a virgin, I can't touch her
Without a rubber, and no, I don't love her
Raised with a sister, no brothers
God gave me a gift, I'm out the gutter

Thieving at the grocery stores
Cause my mama used to struggle
When Fat G got shot, blood was everywhere
My hand was in that puddle

Poppy just hit me with that dog food
I'm about to flood you
You can't get close to security
That's a lot of muscle

Look in the mirror, I can see the feds watching
I'm super up now, they can't stop me
Plus I'm on TikTok popping
Tell Ari Barri, let's go ring shopping

412's in the trunk, I got them things knocking
You know it's bad when a fiend rob you
Just get a product up and let her see tomorrow, bruh
You got ownership, no more stealing cars, yeah

I can't give it up, I'm pimping broads
I'm pimping broads
I grind to a hundred, my shit is on charge
It's gon' come to the light what's dead in the dark

Made this in the booth, now it's up in the carts
Two months later, I'm on the charts
On my household name, warming hearts
The street's told me keep going hard

Fed baby, streets told me keep going hard
Yeah, yeah, yeah
The street's, the street's told me keep going hard, hard boy
I'm in the 600 Benz with me and my friends

I'm in the 600 Benz with me and my friends
I'm in the 600 Benz with me and my friends
I'm in the 600 Benz with me and my friends
I'm in the 600 Benz, counting 200 grand

You a snitch on the stand, you a bitch and a man
I'm on Miami Beach, cause my house by the sand
I'm getting rich by the man, I'm going to buy some more land
This that Fentanyl, fantastic four, it's going in

I say free all my mans, got them locked in the can
I don't need perks right now, I just need me a Xan
I've been in the field with my goons, like trade land
This Benz, spacious as hell

I feel like I'm taking up the road
I'm getting 45 a verse, 150 a show
If I help you blow, gift me with a huge blow
I'm always switching up broads, look at my new hoe

I only f*cked her once, she managed to get a condo
Everybody know me, I ain't no John Doe
You gave the label all your masters, what you sign for
You need to stop chasing all that clout and get your mind fo'ed

My mom and granny raised me ever since I left the stroller
Got addicted to the street life, I'm bipolar
All this water on me, I think I'm kayaking
I'm draping Burberry down to my Air Max

Told my P.O. forget a job, but I'm still paying taxes
Distributing songs, the government still tax you
I'm with Marco and Jemele, fresh out of Sandstone
Put my hands on a brick, and now my plans gone

I'm in a 600 Benz, with me and my friends
I'm in a 600 Benz, with me and my friends
I'm in a 600 Benz, with me and my friends
I'm in a 600 Benz, with me and my friends

I'm in a 600 Benz, with me and my friends
I'm in a 600 Benz, with me and my friends
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Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'
If I'm gon' give y'all anything, man, it's gotta be something exotic, you know what I'm sayin'
Caffeine, baby, go too damn motherf*ckin' hard, man
Yeah

I try to tell y'all, man, you know what I'm sayin'? I ain't gon' give up
Shout-out to my dawg, Lucky. Shout-out to my dawg, Thugger
Shout-out to my dawg, Nice. Shout-out to Sean G
And all the goons on KC

My new chick look like Stephanie Mills
She from Beverly Hills. I'm executive at my label
Check my videos on cable
That fentanyl dose, I can't save you

Middle finger to the ones who try to raid you
Take it and run with God gave you
I connect when I swing with it like Babe Ruth
Gotta take in my genes just to spray you

Never told nothing to state troops
I hustle from May to April
They open up the cage and let an ape loose
I'm a demon looking for my pretty angel

Only time I change is when I change clothes
At 14 years old, I'm who the game chose
Shout-out to my lawyer, Jason Ramos
I'm dressed as Da Vinci

Looking slick, I'm looking for Jenny
Not Lopez, I'm talking Hussan
I told the scene when we get done f*cking
Papa Adderall, now my name buzzing

New Yorkers just made it through custom
My opp's eyes open, I'm trying to shut him
300 shots turn his ass into flubber
My pinky ring is a cluster

I don't hang around no busters
What you smoking on? It gotta be truffles
Gave you 20 grand to the usher
Left church feeling God's structure

She a virgin, I can't touch her
Without a rubber, and no, I don't love her
Raised with a sister, no brothers
God gave me a gift, I'm out the gutter

Thieving at the grocery stores
Cause my mama used to struggle
When Fat G got shot, blood was everywhere
My hand was in that puddle

Poppy just hit me with that dog food
I'm about to flood you
You can't get close to security
That's a lot of muscle

Look in the mirror, I can see the feds watching
I'm super up now, they can't stop me
Plus I'm on TikTok popping
Tell Ari Barri, let's go ring shopping

412's in the trunk, I got them things knocking
You know it's bad when a fiend rob you
Just get a product up and let her see tomorrow, bruh
You got ownership, no more stealing cars, yeah

I can't give it up, I'm pimping broads
I'm pimping broads
I grind to a hundred, my shit is on charge
It's gon' come to the light what's dead in the dark

Made this in the booth, now it's up in the carts
Two months later, I'm on the charts
On my household name, warming hearts
The street's told me keep going hard

Fed baby, streets told me keep going hard
Yeah, yeah, yeah
The street's, the street's told me keep going hard, hard boy
I'm in the 600 Benz with me and my friends

I'm in the 600 Benz with me and my friends
I'm in the 600 Benz with me and my friends
I'm in the 600 Benz with me and my friends
I'm in the 600 Benz, counting 200 grand

You a snitch on the stand, you a bitch and a man
I'm on Miami Beach, cause my house by the sand
I'm getting rich by the man, I'm going to buy some more land
This that Fentanyl, fantastic four, it's going in

I say free all my mans, got them locked in the can
I don't need perks right now, I just need me a Xan
I've been in the field with my goons, like trade land
This Benz, spacious as hell

I feel like I'm taking up the road
I'm getting 45 a verse, 150 a show
If I help you blow, gift me with a huge blow
I'm always switching up broads, look at my new hoe

I only f*cked her once, she managed to get a condo
Everybody know me, I ain't no John Doe
You gave the label all your masters, what you sign for
You need to stop chasing all that clout and get your mind fo'ed

My mom and granny raised me ever since I left the stroller
Got addicted to the street life, I'm bipolar
All this water on me, I think I'm kayaking
I'm draping Burberry down to my Air Max

Told my P.O. forget a job, but I'm still paying taxes
Distributing songs, the government still tax you
I'm with Marco and Jemele, fresh out of Sandstone
Put my hands on a brick, and now my plans gone

I'm in a 600 Benz, with me and my friends
I'm in a 600 Benz, with me and my friends
I'm in a 600 Benz, with me and my friends
I'm in a 600 Benz, with me and my friends

I'm in a 600 Benz, with me and my friends
I'm in a 600 Benz, with me and my friends
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Writer: Gregory Sanford
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Language: English
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Written by: Gregory Sanford

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