John Gotti (Remix) Struggle Mike, Black Soprano Family & Smoke Bulga (Ft. Benny the Butcher & Heem B$F)

[Intro: Benny the Butcher]
Uh, yeah, yeah
You know what this is, nigga
I'm the one y'all niggas ain't fuckin' with
Brr, brr, brr, brr
Uh-huh
Let's do it, yo, look

[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher]
Ain't nobody give me shit, nigga, I just know the G code (I know)
With my homies on Pico, out in Cali', smokin' pre-roll
I seen my life flash, it's all badness through the peephole
I do the car dash, the car fast, it don't got no keyhole (Skrrt)
Juice from Aviani, 'Sace glasses like the Migos
I done ran into more hammers than Home Depot (Than Home Depot, nigga!)
I done took trips to the South, two cold kilos (Facts)
It ain't enough room in this house, for both egos
Niggas don't remember your face, they know me though (They know the Butcher)
I'll get you touched for nothin', we know people (Pussy)
I'ma move bricks on a boat to coke legal
I'ma flood my strip with hope and dope needles (Ah)
This MAC your hair off your scalp, with no chemo (Ah)
I'm from that era, where the rich niggas drove Regals
I'm rootin' for the birds, like I'm from Philly, go Eagles
And how you gon' convince these bitches with no C-notes (Uh, yeah, the Butcher, nigga, uh)