Bench by timi Lyrics
Big Scott he in love with chefs
Grown ass men get put on the bench
Anytime that we step on blocks
Thats intention to put through chests
The rambo gone rip and drench
Going out there trynna get revenge
My gyal still asks if im fine
A lots on my mind but the money can't end
X2
Pull out the ting and rass it, no casket, got put in the bin
Man try dash of faster, no fastener, got put in the rizz
On the opp block with my rambo, no tango, trynna dip it in mango
The sweet ones too boujee, too moody, ay miss excuse me
Yoo, who's next who's next
Touring opp blocks trynna see them dead
Man jump out on the 1-2 peds
These guys just get man vexed
Chatting crud on the net
Trynna see who's next
But they ain't done no chef
Swing my blade trynna aim for necks
Jon got the whip swervin
Double tap in the back with the German
Clock me an opp, wind down the window
Back out the spinner and burst him
Fucking with me that's curtains
Food get wrapped like turbans
I put bullets in numerous guys
Like, how come the opps ain't learning?
Big Scott he in love with chefs
Grown ass men get put on the bench
Anytime that we step on blocks
Thats intention to put through chests
The rambo gone rip and drench
Going out there trynna get revenge
My gyal still asks if im fine
A lots on my mind but the money can't end
Grown ass men get put on the bench
Anytime that we step on blocks
Thats intention to put through chests
The rambo gone rip and drench
Going out there trynna get revenge
My gyal still asks if im fine
A lots on my mind but the money can't end
X2
Pull out the ting and rass it, no casket, got put in the bin
Man try dash of faster, no fastener, got put in the rizz
On the opp block with my rambo, no tango, trynna dip it in mango
The sweet ones too boujee, too moody, ay miss excuse me
Yoo, who's next who's next
Touring opp blocks trynna see them dead
Man jump out on the 1-2 peds
These guys just get man vexed
Chatting crud on the net
Trynna see who's next
But they ain't done no chef
Swing my blade trynna aim for necks
Jon got the whip swervin
Double tap in the back with the German
Clock me an opp, wind down the window
Back out the spinner and burst him
Fucking with me that's curtains
Food get wrapped like turbans
I put bullets in numerous guys
Like, how come the opps ain't learning?
Big Scott he in love with chefs
Grown ass men get put on the bench
Anytime that we step on blocks
Thats intention to put through chests
The rambo gone rip and drench
Going out there trynna get revenge
My gyal still asks if im fine
A lots on my mind but the money can't end