Bench Pressin' - Gunna

These niggas got me fucked up

See 'em in the street like what’s up?

Catch 'em down bad, get bust up

None of my niggas no busters

All of my niggas got bustdowns

Run through the sack when I touch down

Sold 'em and ain’t even touched 'em

My plug he just landed from Russia

I go to the hole and I score the bucket

Pretty lil bitch want to suck it

Remember them days I had nothing

I got all this shit off of hustling

Headshot, my niggas ain’t aiming at no leg shot

Red dots, all you little pussy niggas gotta die

Cook up, I cook up a pie

Southside and shout out to Pie

All of my bitches they bi

Everywhere I got a fire

I drop the top at the red light

I get you shot if you say it twice

Percocet, yeah that’s a med night

I want some head tonight

You get a verse if your bread right

I’m on a private flight

I got a bitch, she a head doctor

Can’t say too much 'cause the feds watching

I’m just bench pressin' all these hoes

Still rockin' designer clothes

White bitch playin' with they nose

Look at that bad bitch on that pole

We show up and we sell out shows

You know it’s bros over hoes

Chasin' that bread 'til I get it

Hop in that 'Vette, I’ma hit it

I’m on the way to the riches

Mission to go get these millions

Constantly dodgin' the sentence

Hop out, I jump over fences

I’m havin' more hoes than Hendrix

I call up my boy, I pour up a four

I told you it’s bros over bitches

You broke niggas never gon' listen

I won an award, got suicide doors

I’m knockin' the doors off the hinges

I kill it, I don’t want to end it

Got water all over my arm

I struggled all way to the morn'

They dig it, they say I’m a charm

That ting on me large

We cashin', not swipin' these cards

I’m thinkin' 'bout coppin' a Porsche

And Gunna he gonna get more

I’m just bench pressin' all these hoes

Still rockin' designer clothes

White bitch playin' with they nose

Look at that bad bitch on that pole

We show up and we sell out shows

You know it’s bros over hoes