The instrumental of the song is also lighter and more upbeat than most on the album, being produced by Ken Car$on, Lil 88, and Outtatown—notable for being the first known track produced by Ken, who is signed to Carti’s Opium label.
Beno!
Playboi Carti Lyrics
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Spent a hundred k on my son, I bought my sister a Jeep
Can't fuck with these hood hoes no more, they don't give a fuck about me
All-black two-three, LeBron with the heat (what? Two-three, two-three)
I was just in Miami in the Rolls Royce geeked (what? Yeah, Rolls Royce, geeked)
Lil' Tommy got an FN in the backseat (what? Yeah, in the backseat)
Red rag, red flag, bitch, you better make peace (yeah)
Whole lotta motherfuckin' niggas (yeah)
We got them motherfuckin' choppers (yeah)
I pick you up, nigga, I get you (yeah)
I said I don't fuck with these niggas (yeah)
We see 'em, we punchin' them niggas (yeah)
We uppin' the score on these niggas (yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (out the back door, yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (out the back door, yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (out the back door, yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (out the back door, yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (yeah)
Go back (yeah, slatt, slatt)
You was still posted with my boy
Yeah, my slatt (okay, slatt, slatt)
Beno, he go crazy, you know that (what? What? Yeah)
Whole lotta bands in this bitch (what? Yeah)
Whole lotta cash in this bitch (yeah)
Hop on the motherfuckin' plane (yeah)
I just popped me a G6 (yeah)
You know that I love to stay high (yeah)
My shawty just said that she bi (yeah)
She carry that shit, she gon' ride (yeah)
I fucked her then told her she mine (yeah)
I'm really not with tellin' lies (yeah)
I really don't hang around guys (yeah)
The streets treat me like a God (yeah)
My bitch treat me like a God (yeah)
Got a main and a side (yeah, side)
Fuck fame, I ride with the fire
Blow out the brain in the ride (ugh)
Blow out the brain in the ride (yeah)
I'm ridin' 'round town with a ratchet bitch (ratchet, ayy)
She say, "Carti, you back on your ratchet shit" (ayy)
I rock diamonds, the Patek from Elliante (what?)
Show me somethin' that Carti not better than
If a nigga keep talkin', we runnin' in (yeah)
Get that nigga kicked out like I'm puntin' it (yeah)
On the block rollin' dice and I'm goin' in
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Spent a hundred k on my son, I bought my sister a Jeep
Can't fuck with these hood hoes no more, they don't give a fuck about me
All-black two-three, LeBron with the heat (what? Two-three, two-three)
I was just in Miami in the Rolls Royce geeked (what? Yeah, Rolls Royce, geeked)
Lil' Tommy got an FN in the backseat (what? Yeah, in the backseat)
Red rag, red flag, bitch, you better make peace (yeah)
I'm in this bitch with my killers (yeah)
Whole lotta motherfuckin' niggas (yeah)
We got them motherfuckin' choppers (yeah)
I pick you up, nigga, I get you (yeah)
I said I don't fuck with these niggas (yeah)
We see 'em, we punchin' them niggas (yeah)
We uppin' the score on these niggas (yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (out the back door, yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (out the back door, yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (out the back door, yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (out the back door, yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (yeah)
Go back (yeah, yeah)
You was still posted with my boy
Yeah, my slatt (okay, slatt, what?)
Beno, he go crazy, you know that (what? What?)
In Playboi Carti's song Beno!, he's boasting about his wealth and how he takes care of his loved ones. He spent a hundred thousand dollars on his son and bought his sister a Jeep. He's done with hood girls because they don't really care about him. He's wearing a black number 23 jersey that references LeBron James and his famous NBA career. Carti was recently in Miami and drove around in a Rolls Royce while "geeked," meaning heavily influenced by drugs. His friend Tommy has an FN gun in the back seat, and Carti is sporting a red rag, a common gang symbol. He's in the company of his killers and has a lot of weapons.
Carti has no interest in being friends with any of the people he used to associate with, and if he runs into them, he'll be punching them. He's increasing his score, meaning he's winning at life because he's rich now. The phrase "go out the back door on that nigga" implies he's ditching somebody without them realizing. He repeats this line several times. Carti switches up the verses throughout the song, and the lyrics don't seem to follow a storyline; instead, they are a collection of boastful rhymes about money, drugs, and violence.
Line by Line Meaning
Spent a hundred k on my son, I bought my sister a Jeep
I spent a lot of money on my family because I care about them
Can't fuck with these hood hoes no more, they don't give a fuck about me
I can't date these untrustworthy women from my neighborhood anymore
All-black two-three, LeBron with the heat (what? Two-three, two-three)
I'm wearing an all-black number 23 jersey like LeBron James, who is a great player
I was just in Miami in the Rolls Royce geeked (what? Yeah, Rolls Royce, geeked)
I was just in Miami in my expensive Rolls Royce car while high on drugs
Lil' Tommy got an FN in the backseat (what? Yeah, in the backseat)
My friend Tommy has a weapon in the backseat of the car
Red rag, red flag, bitch, you better make peace (yeah)
I'm wearing a red bandana, which is a symbol of my gang, so be careful around me
I'm in this bitch with my killers (yeah)
I'm here with my violent friends
Whole lotta motherfuckin' niggas (yeah)
There are a lot of us here
We got them motherfuckin' choppers (yeah)
We have guns with us
I pick you up, nigga, I get you (yeah)
I'll come get you if you need help
I said I don't fuck with these niggas (yeah)
I don't like these people
We see 'em, we punchin' them niggas (yeah)
If we see them, we'll fight them
We uppin' the score on these niggas (yeah)
We're winning over them
Go out the back door on that nigga (out the back door, yeah)
Let's escape out the back door so they can't catch us
Go back (yeah, slatt, slatt)
Let's go back to where we came from
You was still posted with my boy
You were still hanging out with my friend
Yeah, my slatt (okay, slatt, slatt)
My friend, who I trust
Beno, he go crazy, you know that (what? What? Yeah)
My friend Beno is wild and you should be aware of that
Whole lotta bands in this bitch (what? Yeah)
There's a lot of money here
Whole lotta cash in this bitch (yeah)
Lots of cash is present
Hop on the motherfuckin' plane (yeah)
Let's get on the plane
I just popped me a G6 (yeah)
I just took a drug called G6
You know that I love to stay high (yeah)
I enjoy being high on drugs
My shawty just said that she bi (yeah)
My girlfriend just revealed that she is bisexual
She carry that shit, she gon' ride (yeah)
She is prepared to support me
I fucked her then told her she mine (yeah)
I had sex with her and claimed her as mine
I'm really not with tellin' lies (yeah)
I'm honest
I really don't hang around guys (yeah)
I don't spend much time with other men
The streets treat me like a God (yeah)
People in my community admire me
My bitch treat me like a God (yeah)
My girlfriend worships me
Got a main and a side (yeah, side)
I have a primary and secondary relationship
Fuck fame, I ride with the fire
I prefer to be feared rather than famous
Blow out the brain in the ride (ugh)
I'll shoot a person while in a car
I'm ridin' 'round town with a ratchet bitch (ratchet, ayy)
I'm driving around with a dangerous woman
She say, "Carti, you back on your ratchet shit" (ayy)
She comments that I'm back to my old ways
I rock diamonds, the Patek from Elliante (what?)
I wear expensive jewelry from the designer Elliante
Show me somethin' that Carti not better than
I am very confident in myself and my abilities
If a nigga keep talkin', we runnin' in (yeah)
If someone keeps talking, we'll confront them
Get that nigga kicked out like I'm puntin' it (yeah)
We'll kick them out of our group
On the block rollin' dice and I'm goin' in
I'm gambling and participating in risky behavior
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I agree
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I agree
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Jalan Anthony Lowe, Jordan Carter, Tobias Dekker
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@LJSPR
808: what kinda beat you want
Carti: you know geometry dash...
@1david1r47
LMAO EXACTLY
@KangimooI
ken carson produced
@mohussein6286
Underrated comment
@manuellll7869
This should be top comment😂
@Zer0dielit
LMAO BRUHHHH 🤣🤣
@kovakitana
i’m glad carti didnt take the safe route with this album, he knew some people wouldn’t like it and doesn’t give a fuck, hella props to him 💋🧛🏿
@trippiejunior9802
Check out this song, you won’t regret it.
Be safe and have a bless day💙💯
https://youtu.be/WKzLkTvY_cA
@CTMADECEO
Ranking WHOLE LOTTA RED 🔥 https://youtu.be/3fusoaI74Iw
@mikylla6566
he dont care until he turns off his live😭😭