Ripped Apart Dark Lo (Ft. Benny the Butcher)

[Intro]
“Don’t worry, I ain’t gonna hurt you
I need you to drive me on out of here”

Doot, doot, doot, doot
Brrdt, brrdt

[Benny]
Ayo
I’ma send ten niggas through (don’t come back)
Tell them niggas, “don’t come back” (don’t come back, nigga)
‘Til all the guns empty
That’s pressure, nigga (let’s go)
Butcher, Dark Lo the Crook
Yo, look

[Verse 1: Benny]
What you see me in, I had to trap for it
Bounced 300 grams off the backboard
I’m really in the streets, it’s not an app for it
I got up and took it just ‘cause I ain’t want to ask for it
You’re fucking with these rats, so y’all niggas useless
We’re street niggas, I’m judging you by who introduced us
8-balls to quarters, half, then was deuces
The bricks, y’all just coming with grown man excuses
Nah, I ain’t jumping on no bandwagons
In the yard doing pull-ups ‘til my hands callous
Fendi belt, but my pants sagging
All my lil’ mans flagging, look like my watch took dance classes
Yeah, so all the bitches admire us
Hustlers who made miracles with them kitchen appliances
I can tell a killer, and I know you puss
I’m sending hits, got my bishop laying on your rook
Ah