lirik lagu benny the butcher - rivi
[intro]
uhh, this that butcher sh-t, n-gg-
this that griselda sh-t
this that daringer sh-t, n-gg-
yeah, ayo this sh-t so big, it’ll put a hole through you
you, you and the wall, n-gg-
[verse]
yo, look, uhh
i pray for n-gg-s flippin’ half ounces
one day they reach the point they carryin’ duffle bags out of stash houses
we was cash counters, fast thousands
had me pullin’ gl-ss out the pot, the water runnin’ like splash mountain
i catch a lick, i won’t brag ’bout it
i just show up in a mask with a mag with bag ’round it (n-gg-)
f-ck a booth, you could get drag out it
splashed clicq’ on my last outfit
the benz off white, the jag almond (woo!)
monopoly, i cop the whole board
we rock the (?), bought me a gauge then chop the nose off
was lock, n-body sent a postcard (f-ck ’em)
i’m still a gangsta, serve food on the table i chop the c-ke on
i got your b-tch rockin’ slow songs
but we don’t f-ck, she just suck me off
and come to drop the dope off (i need that)
i play the trap in a snow storm (facts)
with a brick, i made a stack every time they twist the doorkn-b
they talkin’ bodies, but i doubt if they with it
this that godfather flow that got gotti acquitted
spendin’ money, f-ckin’ hotties, it get highly addictive
lost my gun in a robbery, end up robbin’ me with it (sh-t)
i miss the bodies on bodies, so you probably can get it
and catch fragments from the shottie just parleyin’ with ’em
back home, the streets cold, sh-t, god is my witness
n-gg-s even get smoked when they mindin’ they bid’ness, uhh
tell me why it’s normal when blood spill in the streets? (why?)
smirk on my face while the judge sentencin me
i remember when they kept drug dealin’ discreet (‘member that?)
now it’s like, you can buy drugs and get receipts
i’d face a rico charge if these walls was talkin’ (d-mn)
we cooked hard up to soft from a small apartment (word)
i seen it all, swear to god them halls still haunt me
i heard my brother got cut in the yard in marcy
i’m feelin’ guilty, cause maybe i misled him (sorry)
is it fate? every son my mom raised turned out a felon (facts)
they still her stay in school, but nah, that don’t pay electric
it’s funny how we say we trap just to make an exit
that’s how you think when you hustlin’, another hustler still vouchin’ for me
they ain’t forget, them n-gg-s bought they first ounces from me
yeah, whoa, i went and got a lawyer
my lawyer hired a lawyer and that one got an accountant for me
i’m stackin’ boxes like ups, a fan on the barrel to cool the tec
i play the field just like mookie betts
she never call she only shoot me text
i f-ck her once a week, but to me, that’s romeo and juliet
the arm the rollie on, i use it best
whip a zip to a 44, the dopest raw is usually stretched
y’all be tryin’ to gas me, i’m too c-cky ’round these rappers (yeah)
with the buffalo gang unit got me down as active, motherf-cker
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