[Intro: Benny the Butcher]
Let's go
Hah, let's go
You know what this is
The Butcher comin', nigga
Ay, look
[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher & Pusha T]
We don't do no price talk 'cause I already know they numbers
Plus me and your old connect was tighter than them Dolce runners
First time I ever cooked a deuce, I got a four-way from it
Stabbed it in the pot so many times they think OJ done it
If me and Push would've linked back when I was a dealer
That's an 18-wheeler to my town from Virginia
Enough glitter on my neck that make my ex-bitch bitter
I pulled up to the 'jects pushin' the Lex' like I'm Jigga, uh
To really make these type of checks, I took my chances
When I was travelin' without no license, yes, I really took those type of risks
I'm laughin' at indictment threats, huh, I used to sell Os
But now I outsell shows, to the feds, the trail cold
When I was locked, never called, but I used to send mail home
I got close homies that caught new cases on jail phones
Velcro strap the clip, got a curve like a elbow
She countin' up, when the bitch got the 50, her nail broke
They talkin' racks, but my plug bring it back on the sailboat, uh
And I flooded my corner right after the scale broke
That's your bitch, but I'm not a nigga she tell no (Yeah)
'Cause you got the bitch fly, but it wasn't Chanel though
Let's go
Hah, let's go
You know what this is
The Butcher comin', nigga
Ay, look
[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher & Pusha T]
We don't do no price talk 'cause I already know they numbers
Plus me and your old connect was tighter than them Dolce runners
First time I ever cooked a deuce, I got a four-way from it
Stabbed it in the pot so many times they think OJ done it
If me and Push would've linked back when I was a dealer
That's an 18-wheeler to my town from Virginia
Enough glitter on my neck that make my ex-bitch bitter
I pulled up to the 'jects pushin' the Lex' like I'm Jigga, uh
To really make these type of checks, I took my chances
When I was travelin' without no license, yes, I really took those type of risks
I'm laughin' at indictment threats, huh, I used to sell Os
But now I outsell shows, to the feds, the trail cold
When I was locked, never called, but I used to send mail home
I got close homies that caught new cases on jail phones
Velcro strap the clip, got a curve like a elbow
She countin' up, when the bitch got the 50, her nail broke
They talkin' racks, but my plug bring it back on the sailboat, uh
And I flooded my corner right after the scale broke
That's your bitch, but I'm not a nigga she tell no (Yeah)
'Cause you got the bitch fly, but it wasn't Chanel though
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