YUH by Benney Lyrics
This flow goes impossible like cruise I'm on a mission
I’m on a break from talking shit instead I'm fucking pissing
Do a barrel roll like Megan cuz this Stallion keep missing
Throwing truth right at yo head like Giannis in a fucking rim
Yao Ming, he a baller, and he lengthy, like a fucking chimp
I got lost, I should call her, can you tell me Wusyaname again?
Michael Myers, Imma stalker, can't wait til it’s Halloween again
Look at my wrists wrists
Throwing these fists fists
Snake saying hiss hiss
Tidal let it rip rip
Broke money bitch like I am a simp
Like a tank wit a fish
Like a tank wit a missile
AR is too big for me I had to grab my pistol
Extendo wit a laser, extra clips, and a hollow
Try to shoot me but I deflect like Apollo
Told bro shawty getting down, bro was asking, "How low?"
(Ooo, Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, Hey, Yuh, Hey)
I'm rising I'm winning I'm taking a minute
I'm losing my vision, I'm making decisions
I'm looking at pendants for my independence
I'm writing my sentence to help my defendants
(Hook)
This ain’t heavy metal like Metallica I rock, yea
Fuck wit a rich bitch wit drip, some Gucci flip flops
Pass the bottle ’round n sip, we finish every drop
Back to the basics, I'm talking hip without hop
I wish, wish, I was a rich bitch wit some dollars
Soon-to-be-dropout, I ain’t a fucking scholar
I got the ray-gun I'm bouta end the crawler
I got the gang on my back, I'm bouta holler
Trust, trust
Yea that is a
Must, must
We don't gotta
Fuss, fuss
I snap we turn to
Dust, dust
Big time gotta
Rush, rush
Big woo big
Truss, truss
They wish they were
Us, us
Never love it’s always
Lust, lust, lust
(Verse 2)
A-Lit
I'm on the A-list
Cuz you ain't shit
Brain hit
In yo fucking head cuz I'm famous
Yea, I made it
I ain't get laid
I ain't get paid
But I'm here
Over 100 songs, written in my name
Mixes, masters, I'm going in the plaster
Ready for disaster I'm looking to my pasture
(Ooo, Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, Hey, Yuh, Hey)
Disney always filled wit Magic like the '06, aye
Jameer Nelson shoots, everybody hearing swish
(Hook)
This ain't heavy metal like Metallica I rock, yea
Fuck wit a rich bitch wit drip, some Gucci flip flops
Pass the bottle 'round n sip, we finish every drop
Back to the basics, I'm talking hip without hop
I wish, wish, I was a rich bitch wit some dollars
Soon-to-be-dropout, I ain't a fucking scholar
I got the ray-gun I'm bouta end the crawler
I got the gang on my back, I'm bouta holler
Trust, trust
Yea that is a
Must, must
We don't gotta
Fuss, fuss
I snap we turn to
Dust, dust
Big time gotta
Rush, rush
Big woo big
Truss, truss
They wish they were
Us, us
Never love it's always
Lust, lust, lust
This shit is going harder cuz Imma fucking baller, aye
I’m on a break from talking shit instead I'm fucking pissing
Do a barrel roll like Megan cuz this Stallion keep missing
Throwing truth right at yo head like Giannis in a fucking rim
Yao Ming, he a baller, and he lengthy, like a fucking chimp
I got lost, I should call her, can you tell me Wusyaname again?
Michael Myers, Imma stalker, can't wait til it’s Halloween again
Look at my wrists wrists
Throwing these fists fists
Snake saying hiss hiss
Tidal let it rip rip
Broke money bitch like I am a simp
Like a tank wit a fish
Like a tank wit a missile
AR is too big for me I had to grab my pistol
Extendo wit a laser, extra clips, and a hollow
Try to shoot me but I deflect like Apollo
Told bro shawty getting down, bro was asking, "How low?"
(Ooo, Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, Hey, Yuh, Hey)
I'm rising I'm winning I'm taking a minute
I'm losing my vision, I'm making decisions
I'm looking at pendants for my independence
I'm writing my sentence to help my defendants
(Hook)
This ain’t heavy metal like Metallica I rock, yea
Fuck wit a rich bitch wit drip, some Gucci flip flops
Pass the bottle ’round n sip, we finish every drop
Back to the basics, I'm talking hip without hop
I wish, wish, I was a rich bitch wit some dollars
Soon-to-be-dropout, I ain’t a fucking scholar
I got the ray-gun I'm bouta end the crawler
I got the gang on my back, I'm bouta holler
Trust, trust
Yea that is a
Must, must
We don't gotta
Fuss, fuss
I snap we turn to
Dust, dust
Big time gotta
Rush, rush
Big woo big
Truss, truss
They wish they were
Us, us
Never love it’s always
Lust, lust, lust
(Verse 2)
A-Lit
I'm on the A-list
Cuz you ain't shit
Brain hit
In yo fucking head cuz I'm famous
Yea, I made it
I ain't get laid
I ain't get paid
But I'm here
Over 100 songs, written in my name
Mixes, masters, I'm going in the plaster
Ready for disaster I'm looking to my pasture
(Ooo, Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, Hey, Yuh, Hey)
Disney always filled wit Magic like the '06, aye
Jameer Nelson shoots, everybody hearing swish
(Hook)
This ain't heavy metal like Metallica I rock, yea
Fuck wit a rich bitch wit drip, some Gucci flip flops
Pass the bottle 'round n sip, we finish every drop
Back to the basics, I'm talking hip without hop
I wish, wish, I was a rich bitch wit some dollars
Soon-to-be-dropout, I ain't a fucking scholar
I got the ray-gun I'm bouta end the crawler
I got the gang on my back, I'm bouta holler
Trust, trust
Yea that is a
Must, must
We don't gotta
Fuss, fuss
I snap we turn to
Dust, dust
Big time gotta
Rush, rush
Big woo big
Truss, truss
They wish they were
Us, us
Never love it's always
Lust, lust, lust
This shit is going harder cuz Imma fucking baller, aye