Mobbin’ Benny the Butcher, Chase Fetti, Heem & Billy V

[Intro: Chase Fetti]:
Uh!
Y'all know me!
(Griselda)
Heem!
Switchin' up, nigga!
Look (Brrrr)

[Verse 1: Chase Fetti]:
I told my plug that I need it he said he got it (He got it)
Baking soda, pyrex, and then you gotta chop it (Whip it)
Give a couple samples out before you get that block lit (Uhuh)
My niggas really pop shit (brr), I let my gun blow
I'm like Mutumbo with this block shit (Bah bah bah bah bah...)
We don't rumble, nigga, we just let that Glock spit (Uhuh)
Hot 16s on them, MAC with the beam on 'em (Brrrr)
Catch me OT shit, he know we got some beams on 'em (Y'all know me!)
My real life is like a dream for him (Hahaha)
Yeah, and we ain't coppin' nothin' over 40, nigga (Nothin'!)
I know the prices I been hustlin' since a shorty, nigga (I been in it!)
I'm in the fast car, switchin' lanes to nothin' but some Tauri? (Skrrr)
All face shots, give a nigga (buckets like I'm Horry?) (Bah bah bah bah...)
This just my story, I'm just livin' niggas' truths (Uhuh)
From the brawls to the shootout, to the pigeon on the stoop
I'm a God load the B, I get vicious in the booth (Uhuh)
Sell a hard like CP, I be givin' niggas oops (Y'all know me!)