Bench Pressin’ Songtext
von Lil Duke feat. Gunna

Yeah
Yeah
Do you want to talk? (What?)
Do you want to talk? Yeah

These niggas got me fucked up (fucked up)
See ′em in the street like what's up? (What′s up?)
Catch 'em down bad, get bust up (bust)
None of my niggas no busters (buster)
All of my niggas got bust downs (bust downs)
Run through the sack when I touch down (touch down)
Sold 'em and ain′t even touched ′em (touched)
My plug he just landed from Russia


I go to the hole and I score the bucket (bucket)
Pretty lil' bitch want to suck it (suck)
Remember them days I had nothing (uh)
I got all this shit off of hustling (hustling)
Headshot, my niggas ain′t aiming at no leg shot
Red dots, all you little pussy niggas gotta die (die)
Cook up, I cook up a pie
Southside and shout out to Pie (shout out to Pie)

All of my bitches they bi (bi)
Everywhere I got a fire
I drop the top at the red light (red light)
I get you shot if you say it twice (say it twice)
Percocet, yeah, that's a mid-night (mid-night)
I want some head tonight
You get a verse if your bread right (bread right)
I′m on a private flight
I got a bitch, she's a head doctor (head doctor)
Can′t say too much 'cause the feds watching

I'm just bench pressin′ all these hoes
Still rockin′ designer clothes (still rockin' designer clothes)
White bitch playin′ with the nose (with the nose)
Look at that bad bitch on that pole (bitch on that pole)
We show up, and we sell our shows (and we sell our shows)
You know it's bros over hoes


Chasin′ that bread 'til I get it (chasin′ that bread 'til I get it)
Hop in that 'Vette, I′ma hit it (yeah)
I′m on the way to the riches (I'm on the way to the riches)
Mission to go get these millions (yeah)
Constantly dodgin′ the sentence (constantly dodgin' the sentence)
Hop out, I jump over fences (yeah)
I′m havin' more hoes than Hendrix (more hoes than Hendrix)
I call up my boy (I call up my boy)

I pour up a four (I pour up a four)
I told you it′s bros over bitches
You broke niggas never gon' listen (you broke niggas never gon' listen)
I won an award (I won an award)
Got suicide doors (got suicide doors)
I′m knockin′ on the doors off the hinges (off the hinges)
I kill it, I don't want to end it

Got the water all over my arm
I struggled all way to the morn′ (morn')
They dig it, they say I′m a charm (a charm)
That ting on me large (that ting on me large)
We're cashin′, not swipin' these cards (these cards)
I'm thinkin′ ′bout coppin' a Porsche (Porsche)
And Gunna, he gonna get more

I′m just bench pressin' all these hoes
Still rockin′ designer clothes (still rockin' designer clothes)
White bitch playin′ with the nose (with the nose)
Look at that bad bitch on that pole (look at that bad bitch on that pole)
We show up, and we sell our shows (we show up, and we sell our shows)
You know it's bros over hoes