[Intro: Benny the Butcher]
It's the remix, nigga
Woah, Kenny
Kenny, you ready?
[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher]
All these racks in the ceiling got rappers back in they feelings
Treat the game like Trump voters did the Capitol building (Hahaha)
In a 600 Maybach, the only passenger in it
Ain't got no cash for the dealer if don't no stashes come in it (Huh)
Denzel hit me, and I couldn't get back fast enough, nigga (What up)
Talent attract talent, I'm just not rapping with niggas (Uh-uh)
The way I'm crafting this shit get way too tactical, nigga
All my albums is classical just to challenge you niggas
My shit been in crazy demand (I know), but play again
I be plugging with eighty grand and have it eighty a gram
I feel fast as Tyreek Hill chasing these bands
Who else glacier'd they hand and be wearing Bape shit from France?
I'm into lightskin bitches and blue dinero (Okay)
Bricks in a blue Camaro, I feel like a superhero
Every year, they discuss me—who else they gon' name but me?
And Gunn—we the ones who they call when they get rusty
Griselda, nigga
[Chorus: Denzel Curry]
Get money from a show, then deposit it (Ugh)
Your shows got no hoes, I acknowledge it (Yeah)
So braggadocious, spit sick shit, it's atrocious (Nasty)
Rising like the stocks, stockbroking
The Shogun, came through with no gun
One man, Ichiban, fresh out of Japan, do as I command
And what I demand is some fucking peace and quiet
I told 'em please go to church, and please get on a diet
It's the remix, nigga
Woah, Kenny
Kenny, you ready?
[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher]
All these racks in the ceiling got rappers back in they feelings
Treat the game like Trump voters did the Capitol building (Hahaha)
In a 600 Maybach, the only passenger in it
Ain't got no cash for the dealer if don't no stashes come in it (Huh)
Denzel hit me, and I couldn't get back fast enough, nigga (What up)
Talent attract talent, I'm just not rapping with niggas (Uh-uh)
The way I'm crafting this shit get way too tactical, nigga
All my albums is classical just to challenge you niggas
My shit been in crazy demand (I know), but play again
I be plugging with eighty grand and have it eighty a gram
I feel fast as Tyreek Hill chasing these bands
Who else glacier'd they hand and be wearing Bape shit from France?
I'm into lightskin bitches and blue dinero (Okay)
Bricks in a blue Camaro, I feel like a superhero
Every year, they discuss me—who else they gon' name but me?
And Gunn—we the ones who they call when they get rusty
Griselda, nigga
[Chorus: Denzel Curry]
Get money from a show, then deposit it (Ugh)
Your shows got no hoes, I acknowledge it (Yeah)
So braggadocious, spit sick shit, it's atrocious (Nasty)
Rising like the stocks, stockbroking
The Shogun, came through with no gun
One man, Ichiban, fresh out of Japan, do as I command
And what I demand is some fucking peace and quiet
I told 'em please go to church, and please get on a diet
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