Freestyle (Cocaine Cowboys) Benny The Butcher & 38 Spesh

[Intro: 38 Spesh]
Uh
Yeah
Benny, I see you, nigga
Huh
Uh
Uh
Let’s go

[Verse 1: 38 Spesh]
Yo, I could tell you all fake
Y’all ain’t move hard base, run through long cake
8-ball niggas still moving pool hall weight
When I transport, I got to call the U-Haul place
From the murder capital of New York state
Gun shoot off, bullets go through y’all face
You move far, but don’t think you all safe
Have them niggas all through y’all place
Every month, I got a new court date, every month I got a new car
Benz with the 2-door, New York plates
Putting dick in a new whore’s face
Selling quarter bricks to five, I might give you two for eight
When the drought came, y’all was starving
I had six hoes with a brick in each broad apartment
I don’t cop cars from the auction
Green spaceship, dark tint, call it Marvin the Martian
Right, I was mobbing and bossing
Glock for two reasons, robbing and flossing
Had problems, now they’re all in the coffin
Hoes give me head ‘til their jaws is exhausted
Right, I’m a slick type dude
With iced out, thick Slick Rick type jewels
CL6 so your bitch might cruise
A nice whip make a dyke bitch like dudes
Ooh, I wish a nigga might snooze
Try it, you gon’ make tonight news
Right, y’all found the right dude
My hands get dirty quicker than all white shoes
Right, I look at niggas like food
Or look at niggas like fools
Shit, if I don’t sell a brick in a day, my whole night’s screwed
I sell a brick in a day, I’m in a nice mood
Later on at night, I got your wife nude
And I’m putting pipe through her tubes
Man I live this shit, it ain’t right what I do
I do it so these can write what I do
Right