Benz Young Thug (Ft. Meek Mill)

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah
We some real million dollar niggas, nigga
Official, like [?]
You know what I'm saying?

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Nigga trying to creep inside your grave, man
Fuck it, buy a Benz on his ass (Aye)
Fuck that hoe, you know I been smashed
I'ma skeet off with 200 on my dash (Aye)
Fuck school, ain't never went to class
Fuck a teacher, I was thumbin' on they ass (Aye)
Hundred rounds right inside a tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat, yeah (Aye)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Million off of rapping, we'll kill 'bout this shit (Kill 'bout it)
Like we playing hockey, in the field with them sticks (Aye)
I could give a fuck 'bout how you feel 'bout that bitch
If you trip about that hoe you might get killed 'bout that bitch (Facts)
We be in the kitchen milly rockin' (Milly rockin', woah)
Say he want to see it, let him watch it (Let him watch it, woah)
Cook it in, it fеlt like Benihanas (Whip it, whip it)
Way too many guns, too many commas
And that choppa spit that bitch out like Dеsiigner (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
I stay with that uzi like I'm Drama (Woah, woah, woah)
Walk up on that nigga like, "What's Brackin'?" (Like, "What's poppin', pussy?")
Headshot, somebody call his mama
Bitch you talking to the patek rockin'
12 punching, rockin' Gucci like I'm advertising
Well wishes to them pussy niggas mad I got it
Hated on me with my chicken, tried to sabotage me (Ha')
Real nigga, never die, never lie
We got weed, we got bars, we got coke
Tell the team on your broads, send my dawgs off the rope
My machine ringing off, like a phone off the hook (Off the hook)
Some shit that you was doing for a look
Get your man smoked (Brrt)