Benching - Jay Critch

Aye, hood fav, aye, talk money gang

Know we signt the world up, you little niggas gotta catch up man

Big hood fav, big talk money gang yeah, 30 shit

Hood fav I stay with the trenches

Boy if you broke, need to hit the exit

I’m in the VIP and this shit expensive

Young nigga flex like I’m lifting benches

Cop the bustdown like a good investment

I put a bag on you now, don’t test me

Niggas ain’t making a sound, they testing

Shooters is tryna go out and test it

Shorty just wanna go out, she sexy

We be fucking a lot, I’m inside of it

Niggas chuckling a lot and I’m tired of it

Lot of chicken with cheese on the side of it

Bro getting buckets like he on a scholarship

I hit the store and walk out with all kind of shit

When they be talking, we never acknowledge it

Cup of that dirty, I’m upping my tolerance

I gave her dick now that bitch keep on bothering

I gotta stick to the code, I honor it

Once I get in that mode, no promising

45 in the bag like Donovan

And it’s one in the head imma let go, can’t trust you niggas knew that from the

get go

Whole lotta gas in the whip like petro

Whole lotta green on my body like geckos

Whole lotta green on me like ready set go

Hope you don’t think you no bully, I’m ten toes

And in my city, they giving out headstones

If she can’t fuck, but she good with the head though

Bro run it up, still ducking the feds though

These niggas weak so they ain’t gon' make it

Stuck to the streets like gum on pavement

Wherever I go, it’s a paid vacation

Shorty walked up like 'your chains amazing'

Young nigga switching them lanes in Range’s

Most of these niggas claim the fame is hating and leave the comments on pages

No I’ll never see 'em on stages, he was chasing clout then he faded

Balling like a nigga shooting faders, now they teaming up and they trading

Hood fav I stay with the trenches

Boy if you broke, need to hit the exit

I’m in the VIP and this shit expensive

Young nigga flex like I’m lifting benches

Cop the bustdown like a good investment

I put a bag on you now, don’t test me

Niggas ain’t making a sound, they testing

Shooters is tryna go out and test it

Shorty just wanna go out, she sexy

We be fucking a lot, I’m inside of it

Niggas chuckling a lot and I’m tired of it

Lot of chicken with cheese on the side of it

Bro getting buckets like he on a scholarship

I hit the store and walk out with all kind of shit

When they be talking, we never acknowledge it

Cup of that dirty, I’m upping my tolerance