Bench Pressin’ lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Duke]
These n*ggas got me f*cked up
See 'em in the street like what's up?
Catch 'em down bad, get bust up
None of my n*ggas no busters
All of my n*ggas 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 b*tch want to suck it
Remember them days I had nothing
I got all this sh*t off of hustling
Headshot, my n*ggas ain't aiming at no leg shot
Red dots, all you little pus*y n*ggas gotta die
Cook up, I cook up a pie
Southside and shout out to Pie
All of my b*tches 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 b*tch, she a head doctor
Can't say too much 'cause the feds watching
[Chorus: Lil Duke]
I'm just bench pressin' all these hoes
Still rockin' designer clothes
White b*tch playin' with they nose
Look at that bad b*tch on that pole
We show up and we sell out shows
You know it's bros over hoes

[Verse 2: Gunna]
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 b*tches
You broke n*ggas 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
[Chorus: Lil Duke]
I'm just bench pressin' all these hoes
Still rockin' designer clothes
White b*tch playin' with they nose
Look at that bad b*tch on that pole
We show up and we sell out shows
You know it's bros over hoes