Benny the Butcher & Conway The Machine | Funk Flex | #Freestyle060 Griselda (Ft. Benny the Butcher & Conway the Machine)
[Verse 1: Benny The Butcher]
Got 'em on us in the club, the staff just didn't search us
Ratchet chicks in skirts with ratchets in they purses
Big shit, I walk up clappin' shit in person
Y'all pack them little burners, those accidental murders
Grind to get money, that's a nigga purpose
100 'til they lower my casket in the surface
Cross paths with a serpent, I'm blastin' it for certain
They only shoot back when they rap they little verses
When these rappers meet me, half these niggas nervous
Prayin' I don't snap and wrap 'em in a curtain
Guilty 'cause they life don't match up with them verses
Half them niggas worthless, we actually put the work in
Know dope boys who drove E-Classes with a permit
That's brick talk, you need karate classes to interpret it
I'm out in L.A. in traffic with the lurkers
Smokin' moon rocks in the back of a Suburban
Hittin' licks, broad day with the neighbors watchin'
Had us locked playin' spades with the table hostage
Beefin' with the cable watchers
'Cause Golden State played the Rockets
And we gon' risk our date to watch it
I'm on seafood and plates of pasta
I feel like Dr. Dre mixed with Frank Sinatra
I'm Mayweather, you McGregor, I'll explain the concept
I'ma show niggas brawlin' ain't the same as boxing
That's why I mention how good I am at cookin' a brick
Went so deep in the game, understood, I couldn't repent
Stood on the strip, P89 full to the tip
These bullets are swift, probably gon' lift the hood of ya whip
Made nigga, I ain't never been belittled before
Y'all shakin' hands with them niggas in the middle of war
You a street nigga, gotta keep a pistol of sort
Then quicker you lost and learn how to forget what you saw, uhh
Talkin' straight hustlin', tryin' to park the Wraith stuntin'
Left the game, a lot of niggas ain't get to walk away from it
I'm talkin' graves, niggas walkin' off from state numbers
He been down since kids, awful when he call to say somethin'
What you know about shavin' off a grey substance
Brick of white girl, I call it Kate Hudson
I do this for the kids who starve and ate nothin'
And had to rock off brand just 'cause they fathers ain't hustlas
This year I'ma make y'all niggas really respect me
Told West "I gotta eat, you gotta really connect me!"
If I'm wrong, shit, which one y'all gon' really correct me?
If Conway catch the body, guess who gettin' accessory
I really had work when it dried up in the streets
Maybe that's why I rhyme like Nas before Kelis, uhh
Shots missed, two bullets lodged up in the seats
We smoke backwoods 'til it fog up in the Jeeps
Same rappers that you enjoy, I came to destroy
Snatch the Louie off the rack soon as I came in the store
I'm a shady individual that Shady employ
I run through ya whole team like Shady McCoy, ahhh
Got 'em on us in the club, the staff just didn't search us
Ratchet chicks in skirts with ratchets in they purses
Big shit, I walk up clappin' shit in person
Y'all pack them little burners, those accidental murders
Grind to get money, that's a nigga purpose
100 'til they lower my casket in the surface
Cross paths with a serpent, I'm blastin' it for certain
They only shoot back when they rap they little verses
When these rappers meet me, half these niggas nervous
Prayin' I don't snap and wrap 'em in a curtain
Guilty 'cause they life don't match up with them verses
Half them niggas worthless, we actually put the work in
Know dope boys who drove E-Classes with a permit
That's brick talk, you need karate classes to interpret it
I'm out in L.A. in traffic with the lurkers
Smokin' moon rocks in the back of a Suburban
Hittin' licks, broad day with the neighbors watchin'
Had us locked playin' spades with the table hostage
Beefin' with the cable watchers
'Cause Golden State played the Rockets
And we gon' risk our date to watch it
I'm on seafood and plates of pasta
I feel like Dr. Dre mixed with Frank Sinatra
I'm Mayweather, you McGregor, I'll explain the concept
I'ma show niggas brawlin' ain't the same as boxing
That's why I mention how good I am at cookin' a brick
Went so deep in the game, understood, I couldn't repent
Stood on the strip, P89 full to the tip
These bullets are swift, probably gon' lift the hood of ya whip
Made nigga, I ain't never been belittled before
Y'all shakin' hands with them niggas in the middle of war
You a street nigga, gotta keep a pistol of sort
Then quicker you lost and learn how to forget what you saw, uhh
Talkin' straight hustlin', tryin' to park the Wraith stuntin'
Left the game, a lot of niggas ain't get to walk away from it
I'm talkin' graves, niggas walkin' off from state numbers
He been down since kids, awful when he call to say somethin'
What you know about shavin' off a grey substance
Brick of white girl, I call it Kate Hudson
I do this for the kids who starve and ate nothin'
And had to rock off brand just 'cause they fathers ain't hustlas
This year I'ma make y'all niggas really respect me
Told West "I gotta eat, you gotta really connect me!"
If I'm wrong, shit, which one y'all gon' really correct me?
If Conway catch the body, guess who gettin' accessory
I really had work when it dried up in the streets
Maybe that's why I rhyme like Nas before Kelis, uhh
Shots missed, two bullets lodged up in the seats
We smoke backwoods 'til it fog up in the Jeeps
Same rappers that you enjoy, I came to destroy
Snatch the Louie off the rack soon as I came in the store
I'm a shady individual that Shady employ
I run through ya whole team like Shady McCoy, ahhh
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