[Intro: Benny the Butcher]
Ah
Ayo, from now on, niggas got to call me the Pyrex man (Ah, ayo, yo, yo)
I gotta stamp that shit
Niggas tryna take my shit, Mr. Pyrex Man, that's me, nigga (Ah, ayo)
Feel what I'm sayin'?
The Butcher, nigga (Ayo)
I know what y'all want
Y'all want me back on that Daringer shit, nigga
I know what y'all niggas want
Mr. Pyrex Man (The butcher comin', nigga)
You know what I do with a fork, nigga (Ah)
Yo, uh-huh
[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher]
I'm eatin' caviar off ciabatta that's chopped in (Uh)
When I quit, the guys I fed off narcotics done got slim (Uh-huh)
My style mixed with Boldy James now and 2Pac then (Then)
Don't compare me to no nigga that's not in the top ten (Don't do that)
And all that weird rapper shit (Uh-huh)
And they not near half as this (Me?)
Be in my ear cappin' while I'm focused on the tier after this
Put out a number one, thеn another one less than a yеar after it (Uh-huh)
I'm humble, but you fuckin' bums should be somewhere practicin' (Nigga)
These Cartiers with the diamonds solitaire hazardous
I swear these hoes fall out the air soon as they stare at this shit
Square packages, I stepped on 'em, StairMaster bricks
Then whipped another half a square out my rare bag of tricks (Ah)
This one for the family no matter what awards they hand me (Sopranos)
I went and spent another buck on some water I can call a Grammy (Nigga)
I took orders cookin' fancy in kitchens like Gordon Ramsey (Haha)
Agents make sure they payin' me, my trap like a Morgan Stanley
For niggas knew what happened, I was on Montana with white
Arm & Hammer with ice, connected like Joe Montana and Rice
Scanners and lights, you value your team, you payin' 'em right? (You payin' 'em right?)
Candid advice, you gon' need 'em when they read the Miranda rights, yeah (Real shit)
The first day my dog got his whip, we was smokin' in it (Smokin' in it)
He had a Glock on his hip, thirty plus shots was loaded in it
I told him, "Go and tint it," he said, "Fuck that," had no intentions (Fuck that)
'Cause when he pull up slow with switches, he want 'em to know he did it, uh (Uh)
I know what they want
They love when I talk that shit to y'all front, uh
I'm just gettin' started, I ain't done, and gettin' better every month
You niggas knew I was a hustler from the jump
I'm doin' shows and still got bricks in the trunk (Uh-huh)
But this the shit y'all want (Ah, ah)
Ah
Ayo, from now on, niggas got to call me the Pyrex man (Ah, ayo, yo, yo)
I gotta stamp that shit
Niggas tryna take my shit, Mr. Pyrex Man, that's me, nigga (Ah, ayo)
Feel what I'm sayin'?
The Butcher, nigga (Ayo)
I know what y'all want
Y'all want me back on that Daringer shit, nigga
I know what y'all niggas want
Mr. Pyrex Man (The butcher comin', nigga)
You know what I do with a fork, nigga (Ah)
Yo, uh-huh
[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher]
I'm eatin' caviar off ciabatta that's chopped in (Uh)
When I quit, the guys I fed off narcotics done got slim (Uh-huh)
My style mixed with Boldy James now and 2Pac then (Then)
Don't compare me to no nigga that's not in the top ten (Don't do that)
And all that weird rapper shit (Uh-huh)
And they not near half as this (Me?)
Be in my ear cappin' while I'm focused on the tier after this
Put out a number one, thеn another one less than a yеar after it (Uh-huh)
I'm humble, but you fuckin' bums should be somewhere practicin' (Nigga)
These Cartiers with the diamonds solitaire hazardous
I swear these hoes fall out the air soon as they stare at this shit
Square packages, I stepped on 'em, StairMaster bricks
Then whipped another half a square out my rare bag of tricks (Ah)
This one for the family no matter what awards they hand me (Sopranos)
I went and spent another buck on some water I can call a Grammy (Nigga)
I took orders cookin' fancy in kitchens like Gordon Ramsey (Haha)
Agents make sure they payin' me, my trap like a Morgan Stanley
For niggas knew what happened, I was on Montana with white
Arm & Hammer with ice, connected like Joe Montana and Rice
Scanners and lights, you value your team, you payin' 'em right? (You payin' 'em right?)
Candid advice, you gon' need 'em when they read the Miranda rights, yeah (Real shit)
The first day my dog got his whip, we was smokin' in it (Smokin' in it)
He had a Glock on his hip, thirty plus shots was loaded in it
I told him, "Go and tint it," he said, "Fuck that," had no intentions (Fuck that)
'Cause when he pull up slow with switches, he want 'em to know he did it, uh (Uh)
I know what they want
They love when I talk that shit to y'all front, uh
I'm just gettin' started, I ain't done, and gettin' better every month
You niggas knew I was a hustler from the jump
I'm doin' shows and still got bricks in the trunk (Uh-huh)
But this the shit y'all want (Ah, ah)
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