Face to Face Benny the Butcher (Ft. Jay Batters)

[Intro: Benny the Butcher]
Ha
Trust Gang, nigga
[?]
Black Soprano
Wooh
Let’s go
Let’s get it, let’s get it

[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher]
You know what this is, [?] keep it 100, 100
Your bitch in the passenger rolling up while I do 400, 400
Face to face, face to face
Face to face, face to face
I dropped off the bag in the hood, I stood in the trap in Versace
Do you remember me, somebody asked me, the trappers forgot me
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
On my way to a milli, but hold up, I really think God trying to punish us
Enemies, enemies, enemies, enemies, I made some enemies
I’m smoking this dope, but fucking these bitches is draining my energy
I hit up the plug, he know what it is, I got all the cash
This 40 so big, it hitting your shirt and it knock off the tags
We hustle, we hustle, we hustle, we hustle, we hustle, we hustle
[?], [?] with wings, the V on my buckle
Louis belt, Louis belt, Louis belt, I feel like [?] Louis belt
I bought my bitch a black Gucci belt, just to help roll up her [?]
Fuck her and tell her she’s beautiful, it’s not what you know but who you know
Black Sopranos show up at your funeral, pussy and power, yeah my life a musical
Hope the glitter and gold don’t influence you, I’m getting money, but that’s just the usual
Im’ma wave to my haters like too-da-loo, I brought the bitches out, I brought the shooters too
Let the feds tell it, I’m the pusher man
Niggas taking naps, I just took a chance
I flew out to Cali, hooked up with my man
He introduced me to him, I just shook his hand