Oma Hav - Servin Benz (feat. Global Yunginn & WhereFlamez) Lyrics

(Yuh)
(I just wanna run it up yea)
(I just wanna run up yea)
(Nigga I just wanna run up the bag)
(I just wanna run up the racks okay)
(I'm just tryna get all these bands now)
(Uh haa haa hey)
Huh, okay trapping yea Monday after Sunday I need that nigga (I need that)
No not just rapping, yea I'm on the beat I mean that nigga (I'm on the beat right now)
Benz I just smashed it yea, i'm on the E-Way speeding lil nigga (yea)
Got the foe-fin in my jacket yea, hop out the car I'm tryna blast that nigga (blast that)
Walk in this bitch with the Louie V bag, filled with the red I got it spilling out
I caught yo bitch and she ready to crash, I'm tryna crack but she said slut me out
B on the front it's a Bentayga tag, serving we on the front of the ave
Servin' we on the front of the ave
F*ck from the back make yo bitch take a nap
Hollow tips cut thru and pull on yo naps
Fresh off the bus nigga straight shooting craps
How you roll a wood but the bitch don't even slap?
Pouring up mud while ya bitch up in my lap
Who is that there? please don't stare
Young nigga stepping thru with some new margielas
You is a lame nigga you is Greg Heffley
Pull up thru yo block and we moving carefully
Bad lil white shit she be from Beverley (oh no)
This big booty bitch and her throat be so heavenly (huh huh)
We in M-sport no you not catching these (skrrt)
Yea we inna M-sport, we in that M-sport thing now
I got the jansport huh, trap out the jansport bag now (yea)
I got 220 my dashboard ha, I'm in the fast lane smack out
I'm in the trap beat the pack out huh, I need the racks I'm a cash cow
Haa, I made the racks off the Molly Santan (molly santan)
I'm wit' a model bitch toes inna sand (model bit bad)
I pour a lot of it drank out the can (I pour the drank)
Niggas be tuff till that shit hit the fan (talk to the feds)
My bro out on bond but he still tote Fn (bro out on bond)
I count out that guap buy some bowls watch it flip (I count up that guap)
I walk in the room know my swag in Ric Flair (yea)
Can't come with the pirates gotta get out of here (ya can't)
White bitch Miley Cyrus I pull on her hair
The bitch get excited when she pop the x (lil bitch get excited)
I know the bitch trifling can't get out my head
I know this bitch trifiling I swear I can't stand her
I just poured some red in that pineapple Fanta
Okay yea I been running it up nigga might overlap em
She see I been counting these bucks IG bitch want me crack her
Bowls in the back got that drac in the passenger
All black Benz geeked up you know I'm finna smash it
All black Benz geeked up you know I'm gone smash it
Lil bitch Latina you know she come nasty
Lil bitch Latina dripped over seas fashion
Huh, okay trapping yea Monday after Sunday I need that nigga
No not just rapping, yea I'm on the beat I mean that nigga (not just rapping)
Benz I just smashed it yea, i'm on the E-Way speeding lil nigga (yeah)
Got the foe-fin in my jacket yea, hop out the car I'm tryna blast that nigga (foe-fin)
(I got that bag, the lil bitch lost control)
(She took that tab, this lil bit lost it)