[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Yeah
Know what the fuck is up, nigga (Uh)
Griselda shit, nigga (Griselda)
GxFR, nigga
Smash and scrape, pussy (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine & BENNY THE BUTCHER]
Who runnin' the shit? (Runnin' the shit) It's not even close (Hah)
The double-R Cullinan and the shotty is close
That's them Buffalo niggas, they catch the bodies the most (Brr)
Thirty on my hip, I bet I will not get approached (What's poppin', nigga?)
My son gon' be a hustler, I see it all in his eyes (Ah)
Pole on the backseat every foreign I drive (No cap)
My connect like Domino's, I can order a pie
I hit him back like, "Matter fact, I want all your supply" (Bring me all that shit, papi)
We used to skip school, luggin' a big tool (Hah)
My dog locked, we on the dance floor, under the table, switch shoes
In Brentwood, mansion with the big pool (Woo)
Rockin' my big jewels, I came up makin' fish move (Ah, whip that shit up, nigga)
Don't call my phone if you ain't buyin' ten kilos
My OG used to be the source like Benzino (Hahaha)
I'm like Sosa with the goons, I can send people (I send my goons)
Versace down, drive the Ferrari like I'm Vin Diesel (Ah, yo, vroom, uh, yeah)
[Verse 2: BENNY THE BUTCHER]
Griselda the label but you niggas know better to play with us
And I'ma be stackin' and weighin' up soon as I feel like this rap shit don't pay enough (Uh)
Cop nine, sold eight, yeah, it's late, but you know me, I'm stayin' up
Bougie bitch, yeah, that's my type, you need six figures just to lay with her (Uh)
Ran it up 'cause I trap a lot (Uh), these niggas know about the cash I got
But my plug still playin' broke, he in Old Navy in a Apple Watch
When I'm gettin' into fish weight I don't need bait or a tackle box
I'm a real dope boy, nigga, on my birthday I got a half a block
Niggas won't rock me to sleep (Nah), I took big risks just so we could eat
Sold grams, even stumbled over a hundred bands in a B&E
Everybody get money, even quarter ounce boys make a G a week (They eatin')
It's about who you feedin', nigga, if it's bleedin', nigga, give the team a piece
I was young in the state pen, just enough time to make friends
If we link up and make plans (Shake hands), it's a done deal if we shake hands
You won't understand me 'less you move your family to a place they feel safe in (Alright)
Fuck what these hoes talk about 'cause I'm more concerned what the bank sayin'
Couple things you should pick up on, my rules, you'll be stickin' to 'em
Principles what we sittin' on, if he got hawked, we get blickers to him
Comfortable in my own hood, same type of time that Nip was on (God bless the dead)
But I already beat the odds 'cause they say gangsters never live this long, uh
Yeah
Know what the fuck is up, nigga (Uh)
Griselda shit, nigga (Griselda)
GxFR, nigga
Smash and scrape, pussy (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine & BENNY THE BUTCHER]
Who runnin' the shit? (Runnin' the shit) It's not even close (Hah)
The double-R Cullinan and the shotty is close
That's them Buffalo niggas, they catch the bodies the most (Brr)
Thirty on my hip, I bet I will not get approached (What's poppin', nigga?)
My son gon' be a hustler, I see it all in his eyes (Ah)
Pole on the backseat every foreign I drive (No cap)
My connect like Domino's, I can order a pie
I hit him back like, "Matter fact, I want all your supply" (Bring me all that shit, papi)
We used to skip school, luggin' a big tool (Hah)
My dog locked, we on the dance floor, under the table, switch shoes
In Brentwood, mansion with the big pool (Woo)
Rockin' my big jewels, I came up makin' fish move (Ah, whip that shit up, nigga)
Don't call my phone if you ain't buyin' ten kilos
My OG used to be the source like Benzino (Hahaha)
I'm like Sosa with the goons, I can send people (I send my goons)
Versace down, drive the Ferrari like I'm Vin Diesel (Ah, yo, vroom, uh, yeah)
[Verse 2: BENNY THE BUTCHER]
Griselda the label but you niggas know better to play with us
And I'ma be stackin' and weighin' up soon as I feel like this rap shit don't pay enough (Uh)
Cop nine, sold eight, yeah, it's late, but you know me, I'm stayin' up
Bougie bitch, yeah, that's my type, you need six figures just to lay with her (Uh)
Ran it up 'cause I trap a lot (Uh), these niggas know about the cash I got
But my plug still playin' broke, he in Old Navy in a Apple Watch
When I'm gettin' into fish weight I don't need bait or a tackle box
I'm a real dope boy, nigga, on my birthday I got a half a block
Niggas won't rock me to sleep (Nah), I took big risks just so we could eat
Sold grams, even stumbled over a hundred bands in a B&E
Everybody get money, even quarter ounce boys make a G a week (They eatin')
It's about who you feedin', nigga, if it's bleedin', nigga, give the team a piece
I was young in the state pen, just enough time to make friends
If we link up and make plans (Shake hands), it's a done deal if we shake hands
You won't understand me 'less you move your family to a place they feel safe in (Alright)
Fuck what these hoes talk about 'cause I'm more concerned what the bank sayin'
Couple things you should pick up on, my rules, you'll be stickin' to 'em
Principles what we sittin' on, if he got hawked, we get blickers to him
Comfortable in my own hood, same type of time that Nip was on (God bless the dead)
But I already beat the odds 'cause they say gangsters never live this long, uh
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