lirik lagu benny the butcher - 77 club
[intro]
(summertime butch)
big bsf
griselda, n~~~~ (y’all n~~~~~ don’t got enough to stop me, n~~~~)
you can’t talk money to a n~~~~ who been broke and rich, n~~~~ (y’all n~~~~~ don’t got enough money, y’all n~~~~~ don’t got enough guns to stop me, n~~~~)
[verse 1]
in the trap with my stick out, i ain’t goin’ back to the big house
frontin’ like you on, but, y’all was just askin’ for discounts
three~hundred in a day, wait, that’s actually a miscount (hahaha)
my lawyer told me, it’s a half a million, by his count, yeah (yeah)
you know, that’s real sh~t
i don’t gotta check my b~tch, ’cause i tame mine
it’s time to go, and i just tap my wrist like it’s dame time (ayo, we out)
in the pocket, throwin’ spirals
you know this game, you put out something hot, and they won’t like you
but, get shot, you goin’ viral
push the cullinan on mulholland (skrrt)
i played the game right
with stash houses and rubber bands, one hand wash the other hand
this year we gon’ settle it (uh~huh)
as veterans, we know that nothing come before presidents
muscle don’t beat intelligence
how far i went in school was irrelevant, wrong one to bet against (uh~huh)
i gave my hood drugs like i had a degree in medicine
spendin’ digits on glitter
when the last time you heard a n~~~~ spit it as realer?
got dope boys trendin’ on twitter, ugh
[interlude]
i made this sh~t look good again
i made this sh~t look good again
[verse 2]
buck~twenty in a trackhawk, look at this sh~t ramp up (uh~huh)
pick my niece up, she point at my piece and say “what that cost?” (a lot)
your money slowin’ up, i guess the streets got you blackballed
’cause every plug you know severed ties with a hacksaw (ayo, hold up, let me address this)
how i’m anti~semitic? was only handing y’all credit
immigrants built foundations, these standards that i commended (uh~huh)
if i’m wrong, i stand corrected
not to boast, but, me and my jewish lawyers still toast over glasses and manischewitz
my right hand man rich, but my big brother buried (rest in peace)
went to my og’s funeral in all~white amiri (uh)
me and hit~boy got a classic, same thing for me and harry
i made millions just kickin’ it like adam vinatieri (the butcher comin’, n~~~~)
they wonder how i did it, i’m hearing whispers from critics
but, the numbers never lie and neither do ~n~lytics
f~ck all the naysayers
they say it’s crazy that even my b~tch make more than a wnba player
[outro]
ah, let’s go
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