WYTB? (Ben Ben) ft. qc4l collective & qc4lshit Lyrics

I just copped a bag, after I done scammed my opps again

What if we all just on the mic like this?

(Ben, ben, ben, ben, ben, ben, talking about)

Yeah, uh

Unless you like that gang stuff of course, gang (Gang)

I-I just copped a bag, after I done scammed my opps again

Posting pics on the gram with yo bitch, but she is not a ten

H-Hanging with yo bitch, I heard she posted on that Onlyfans

I been cooling in the dairy isle, wanna know like, how my papa been?

I ain't spinning, I'm rotating on they block 'cause I am not a fan

R-r-riding with yo bitch, while we shooting at the opps again

That girl got a sis that look like her, oh I mean a twin

Like a chin up, put this gun up to his neck, I might pop a chin

Hold up, he want smoke with the opps?

Like, so what happening with em (On god, on god, on god)

Wussup with em, wussup with em, wussup? (Put him on a t-shirt)

Hold on, pause the fucking beat, I ain't say start again (Ben, ben, ben, ben!)

Lab experiment we all got lasers, he a dotted head

A-and shawty bad, but I might just go and scam her friends

Spinning off these percs got me feeling like a ceiling fan

My type of talk, put him in the ground, make him feel like laminate

All my opps is dead, if not I'm finna kill em

In his head, shot in his leg, these bullets ripping through his denim

I'm never missing when I shoot, and if I do, they going to get him

Stop the smoking, bitch I'm saving the planet

Sike, forget you Greta

If I see your girl, I'mma hit her with this

Ben, ben, ben, ben, ben, ben, talking about-

Ben, ben, ben, ben, ben, ben, what you talking about?

Ben, ben, ben, ben, ben, ben, B-b-bitch

Ben, ben, ben, ben, ben, ben, alright it's time to chill

Like I'm Han, I do it solo, I don't need a deal

I mess with Robin more than Batman, I don't even steal

She coming over to watch Netflix, we ain't finna chill

Look my teacher in the face, like "yeah, a nigga made a mil"

I don't care if I was rude, I'm trying to keep it real

We break the laws and opps, so we the reason Biden writing bills

I think a nigga needing meds, I damn near lost my chill

I'm popping now, but I ain't got no time for popping pills

Yeah, yeah

Best baby around, uh

Creating your sound, uh (Forget all that, forget all that)

Brrt! Doom-doom, doom (Ben, ben, ben, ben)

Ayy, ayy, ayy (What you talking about?)

Ayy, you know who you is

If you still listening cuz, I'm still tryna fuck!

Ah (Haha, Hahaha)

Gimme that!