[Intro: Benny the Butcher]
You know how this shit go, big BSF, Griselda
And I only fuck with street niggas, you know how this shit go
Ah, yeah
Ayo, Ace, I'ma talk my shit for you though
I know what you want
The Butcher comin', nigga
(La musica da Harry Fraud)
[Verse 1: Benny The Butcher]
I'm why niggas been goin' harder, turned my spot to the Carter
With a quarter, Kyocera flip phone, and a charger
Rent house in Georgia, Rolex for my daughter
I called her, told her she lucky 'cause you got a rich father
My youngins gon' go to college, but I lived in the projects
Every week, she get an allowance, I got mine off narcotics
Shots in your angry Verzuz, I take it as copyin' game
Just ain't your purpose and basically ain't been workin'
Spendin' a lot of paper, out in Vegas, Nevada
Hoes feelin' exotic, takin' pics in a hot tub
Yeah, if you got honor and money, then you got power in prison
Still gettin' dollars like Lorenzo Tejada
Aim this toast at niggas, fake coke rap, broke rap niggas
Tweetin' old-ass, woke rap niggas
I had a trap that had no gas, I sold halves in it
They got a million-dollar run out a notepad, nigga (Let's go)
You know how this shit go, big BSF, Griselda
And I only fuck with street niggas, you know how this shit go
Ah, yeah
Ayo, Ace, I'ma talk my shit for you though
I know what you want
The Butcher comin', nigga
(La musica da Harry Fraud)
[Verse 1: Benny The Butcher]
I'm why niggas been goin' harder, turned my spot to the Carter
With a quarter, Kyocera flip phone, and a charger
Rent house in Georgia, Rolex for my daughter
I called her, told her she lucky 'cause you got a rich father
My youngins gon' go to college, but I lived in the projects
Every week, she get an allowance, I got mine off narcotics
Shots in your angry Verzuz, I take it as copyin' game
Just ain't your purpose and basically ain't been workin'
Spendin' a lot of paper, out in Vegas, Nevada
Hoes feelin' exotic, takin' pics in a hot tub
Yeah, if you got honor and money, then you got power in prison
Still gettin' dollars like Lorenzo Tejada
Aim this toast at niggas, fake coke rap, broke rap niggas
Tweetin' old-ass, woke rap niggas
I had a trap that had no gas, I sold halves in it
They got a million-dollar run out a notepad, nigga (Let's go)
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