MACAULAY CULKIN by BENNYGASSEDUP x HIGHGROUNDCHRIS Lyrics
{Intro:}
That boi Benny gassed up
Icy High Ground Icy x2
{Verse 1: High Ground Chris}
Damn PJ over here
Failed attempt at Ameer
Only 10 seconds in
Already busted an ear *DAMN OKAY*
Now I'm deaf
Your dad a chef
Start by learning treble clef
You got the heft
You're on the left
Hope you got a life vest
*YUH YUH YUH YUH*
All-star team with Benny Gas
Your sale, thats my penny cash
In my Lexus countin' stacks
Bigger than Texas, that's your ass
Got a big mouth like a bass
Making runs to House of Glass
STFU bout your GAS
*High Ground is so Icy*
{Verse 2: Benny Gas}
It's ironic you white as a sears but speak ebonics
Name is Bennygassedup so you know I'm smoking chronic
I'm getting all these coins call me Sonic
Check my bankroll we can't speak on economics
I got bands bulging out of nun tight white trues
Pull up with the yappa have you looking like a fool
I look like my name Bob the way I handle the tool
I'm a menace on this shit like vegeta
If yo ass is Meg I'm more like Peter
You a lame you a bitch Imma hit you with a clip
AK in my Corolla you know I come equipped
Don't f**k with the Mafia
Fat boy like Pasta
Got gas on me like I'm a rasta
Pulling up with High Ground I'll show you who's the masta
That boi Benny gassed up
Icy High Ground Icy x2
{Verse 1: High Ground Chris}
Damn PJ over here
Failed attempt at Ameer
Only 10 seconds in
Already busted an ear *DAMN OKAY*
Now I'm deaf
Your dad a chef
Start by learning treble clef
You got the heft
You're on the left
Hope you got a life vest
*YUH YUH YUH YUH*
All-star team with Benny Gas
Your sale, thats my penny cash
In my Lexus countin' stacks
Bigger than Texas, that's your ass
Got a big mouth like a bass
Making runs to House of Glass
STFU bout your GAS
*High Ground is so Icy*
{Verse 2: Benny Gas}
It's ironic you white as a sears but speak ebonics
Name is Bennygassedup so you know I'm smoking chronic
I'm getting all these coins call me Sonic
Check my bankroll we can't speak on economics
I got bands bulging out of nun tight white trues
Pull up with the yappa have you looking like a fool
I look like my name Bob the way I handle the tool
I'm a menace on this shit like vegeta
If yo ass is Meg I'm more like Peter
You a lame you a bitch Imma hit you with a clip
AK in my Corolla you know I come equipped
Don't f**k with the Mafia
Fat boy like Pasta
Got gas on me like I'm a rasta
Pulling up with High Ground I'll show you who's the masta