[Verse 1: BENNY THE BUTCHER & Conway the Machine]
Put on my shoes, nah, my hammer was first
Bulletproof the whip I use to take my grandma to church
I went gram for gram with the work, hand-to-hand on the first
Everybody who hatin' now was a fan of us first (Woo)
Ayy, look, underdog, what, hmm, what you wanna do?
Let's put a hundred more up, nigga, this summer all us
I'm in two whips, one a Tahoe, one a tour bus
Got so many straps with us, we could start a war up (Yeah)
It's a real safe hazard if you still yay traffick (Mmm)
Show where that money comin' from, still pay taxes (Mmm)
The IRS comin' and they steal faith faster
Start a business in the building that you still make racks in (Mmm)
I learned from my losses, stripes I earned from the bosses (Yeah)
Whippin' deuces 'til them hoopties turned into Porsches (Talk to 'em)
I curve bitches often, lies, I heard bitches talkin', hah
She mines, a send a text back, these bird bitches stalkin' (Ha)
You gotta be careful, these hoes think they fancy
I just want my dick sucked, she wanna start a family (Hahahaha)
She average, get her taxes, and go to Miami, but (Damn)
With this kind of status, I'll probably go to the Grammy's, huh
I know niggas hate me, I came out the trenches
On some new shit, but some ways soundin' vintage (Yeah)
PayPal or credit, send that cake or you deaded
This the real definition, how you stay down and get it (Yeah)
I'm the next Nasir if they judge us off skill
Got your bitch in the middle of Times Square, Lauryn Hill (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Told her my phone was dead, she wrote her number on the bill (It's the Butcher)
Off-White paint on my jacket look like a spill, huh (Ugh)
Played last year, but watch the price shoot up (Yeah)
All black, my entourage dress just like shooters (Yeah)
You spend your life with her, me, I give a night to her (GxF)
'Cause Drake told these bitches they don't gotta be nice to us (Mmm)
Thousand grams on a plate, that's what my preference was
So I had interviews with connects, not the Breakfast Club, facts
He told me twenty-six, it was thirty before that
I heard he done scored that, you was dirty before rap, nigga
Put on my shoes, nah, my hammer was first
Bulletproof the whip I use to take my grandma to church
I went gram for gram with the work, hand-to-hand on the first
Everybody who hatin' now was a fan of us first (Woo)
Ayy, look, underdog, what, hmm, what you wanna do?
Let's put a hundred more up, nigga, this summer all us
I'm in two whips, one a Tahoe, one a tour bus
Got so many straps with us, we could start a war up (Yeah)
It's a real safe hazard if you still yay traffick (Mmm)
Show where that money comin' from, still pay taxes (Mmm)
The IRS comin' and they steal faith faster
Start a business in the building that you still make racks in (Mmm)
I learned from my losses, stripes I earned from the bosses (Yeah)
Whippin' deuces 'til them hoopties turned into Porsches (Talk to 'em)
I curve bitches often, lies, I heard bitches talkin', hah
She mines, a send a text back, these bird bitches stalkin' (Ha)
You gotta be careful, these hoes think they fancy
I just want my dick sucked, she wanna start a family (Hahahaha)
She average, get her taxes, and go to Miami, but (Damn)
With this kind of status, I'll probably go to the Grammy's, huh
I know niggas hate me, I came out the trenches
On some new shit, but some ways soundin' vintage (Yeah)
PayPal or credit, send that cake or you deaded
This the real definition, how you stay down and get it (Yeah)
I'm the next Nasir if they judge us off skill
Got your bitch in the middle of Times Square, Lauryn Hill (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Told her my phone was dead, she wrote her number on the bill (It's the Butcher)
Off-White paint on my jacket look like a spill, huh (Ugh)
Played last year, but watch the price shoot up (Yeah)
All black, my entourage dress just like shooters (Yeah)
You spend your life with her, me, I give a night to her (GxF)
'Cause Drake told these bitches they don't gotta be nice to us (Mmm)
Thousand grams on a plate, that's what my preference was
So I had interviews with connects, not the Breakfast Club, facts
He told me twenty-six, it was thirty before that
I heard he done scored that, you was dirty before rap, nigga
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