BUICK TO BENZ Lyrics – Mozzy

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[Intro]
If I lost it all, would you still love me?
And if I died for you, would you still love me?
Oh

[Verse]
Went from Buick to Benz
I stopped pimping on that ho 'cause I was losing my friends
Wasn't used to that then, I'm like, "I'm head first"
On that type of timing like let's see who end up dead first
Yes, sir, handkerchief matching, we the red shirts
Grab a crate, blow the K and see if all the rest work
Tryna force your guys and 'em to slide, it ain't gon' never work
'Cause they gon' tell on 33rd, you n!ggas never learn
With bone crusher, I'm like Usher, n!gga, let it burn
What's the word? Talking trips and skits, then it's lil' Relly turn
Purple-hearted, went retarded, every medal earned
Got acquitted on them charges, tell 'em court adjourned
He beat the body, for his kills, that n!gga 4th confirmed
G-O-D, box from Houston landed, look like COD
Yelling, "Free the level-four killers and the DOBs"
She popping blues, I said, "I'm bool, baby, we on these"
Strictly ten, you need a couple, hit up B-O-B
We don't leak, even off this medication, we don't sleep
Jackets they be passing out for ratting, that's what he gon' need
Lean on me, took him to the distro, everything on me
I can't get the blammy in the venue, n!gga, we gon' tweak
Granny 'nem, b!tches treat you different when you hand to them
Snubs and lil' Nick 'posed to be with me, b!tch, I ran with them
Get off the 'Gram with all that trolling, why you playing with them?
Took a trip with zoe, it was on safety, thought it jammed again
Hand in hand, we was gram for gram, eighth in San Jose
Made a way, face card clean, but these hammers ain't
'78 Chevrolet Nova, finna grab me one
Suckers caught me loafing at the store, he thought he had him one
Swear that it won't go that way again, I turned my savage up
Hit up Avis, what they taxing for? We need them Acuras

Hit the agents, what they taxing for? We need them Draculas
Twelve months and seven days away from giving rapping up
Add me up, real estate portfolio, like ten of 'em
Before the Lam' and Maserati, I went Benz on 'em
'Fore the AMG, was yoking Buicks with the rims on it
Tinted all the lens on it, we ain't into fishbowling
We don't do no d!ck holding, richer than your big homie
Thirty on my b!tch Rollie, that's just for the wrist only
The whole kit junkie, fire first, it get spunky
Polish on the toes, these is sixes, call 'em Kid Cudi
Get money, show your love and loyalty 'bout spinning for me
Or take these 40s and these choppers in your crib for me
I fu*ked with blood when I was broke, he had gigs for me
He had chicken on the table, he had zips for me
Living lovely, popping Ace of Spade, now we sipping bubbly
Just keep it stitchy when they blitz 'cause it be getting ugly
Keep it stitchy when they blitz 'cause it be getting ugly
Keep it stitchy when they blitz 'cause it be getting ugly