CULLINAN Lyrics

(Benji on the beat bitch)

Woo

I need a carpet outside of the Lamb

I took his bitch and turnt her to a fan

I got a Glock forty in my hand

Mhm

My weed so loud, I can't hear what you sayin'

Please do not talk, we hop out of the van

(Money we got it)

Hop out with like, four or five chops on us

Do the race, if I heard that the cops on us

I just hit your bitch, she ain't being honest

I just left out the bank with too many commas

I just wanted a snack, went to Benihana

I just went out to Cali, to talk to farmers

I just hopped in the war and had no armor

I was broke, now a demon face all on the Charger

I was broke, now I walk out the bank with a hamper

(I was broke, now I walk out the bank with a hamper)

I crossed the plug, now I feel like The Answer

(I crossed the plug, now I feel like The Answer)

I got two models on me, call me handsome

I told her no talkin', so she started dancin'

Really ain't fuck with her, she was too fancy

I'm never lackin', ain't takin' no chances

I'm in all black with my brotha 'nem

Please stop the lyin', you ain't hop out a Cullinan

Came in with all racks, it just broke out the rubber band

Came with all shootas, I bet you won't cover them

I hit that bitch from the top, in some Virgil shit

Came on the beat just to murder it

Fuck all that talkin' unless there's a purpose

Hop out the field, all your shootas nervous

We probably fuckin' your hoe

I need some racks for a show

This Glock on my waist ain't for show

They see this shit now, not awhile ago

I'm with a wildin' hoe, she like five-fo'

I'm in the mix, but I'm flying low

'Cause I don't want a headline

My bro just got home, he did fed time

Broad day, we can make it his bedtime

Fuck a label, I don't gotta deadline

I just hit her, then bought her that Louis Vuitton

We spendin' money, don't spend time

Popped up on the scene, they ain't notice me

By myself 'cause, I told them no coaching me

With your bitch, I just told her get close to me

Glock forty on me, I told him no hoe in me

They wanted war, 'til I bought their whole block up

I'm on the block, like Mo Bamba

Two or three chops to change up the drama

She gonna blow like a ensemble

I'm at the Ritz, not the Double Tree

Pull any bitch, she told me there's no dubbin' me

Told her get out, I told her there's no love in me

Pourin' real Wockhardt, I ain't sippin' on bubbly

Hop out with like, four or five chops on us

Do the race, if I heard that the cops on us

I just hit your bitch, she ain't being honest

I just left out the bank with too many commas

I just wanted a snack, went to Benihana

I just went out to Cali, to talk to farmers

I just hopped in the war and had no armor

I was broke, now a demon face all on the Charger

I was broke, now I walk out the bank with a hamper

(I was broke, now I walk out the bank with a hamper)

I crossed the plug, now I feel like The Answer

(I crossed the plug, now I feel like The Answer)

I got two models on me, call me handsome

I told her no talkin', so she started dancin'

Really ain't fuck with her, she was too fancy

I'm never lackin', ain't takin' no chances

I'm in all black, with my brotha 'nem

Please stop the lyin', you ain't hop out a Cullinan