[Intro: Benny The Butcher & French Montana]
I should have signed to Coke Boys, but I was sellin' dope, boy (Dope, boy)
The Butcher comin', nigga
Should have signed to Coke Boys, but I was sellin' coke, boy (Coke, boy)
(La musica de Harry Fraud)
You know how this street shit go

[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher]
What y'all niggas expect from me? It was destiny
I grinded excessively, put rocks on the neck of me
This coupe I got from duPont Registry
The standard of hammer, in all my rooms, I get a new Glock every week
My old bitch think I'm too rich to send an Uber
My new bitch wanna get pieces made for my jeweler
Drive-bys with Rugers, twenty racks for the shooter
The FBI heard I can make cocaine like I'm Scooter
A letter to my nigga in jail, told him he blessed
He said, "You gotta hold us down, you the only one left", yeah
Responsibility come with the opportunity
Don't want no crooked preacher lyin' in my eulogy
Hoes think they usin' me, I got her out the country eatin' beautifully
Spent a couple hunnid on her charcuterie
War endorsement, war with law enforcement
'Til my lawn full of Maybachs and small Porsches
Let's go
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