Like This Rick Hyde (Ft. Benny the Butcher, Jonezy & Loveboat Luciano)
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[Intro: Benny The Butcher]
Ah
The Butcher comin', nigga
We gotta turn this shit up
I’m the one— I'm the nigga that all these niggas wanna be, they ain't gon’ say nothin' on they records, though
Rah, ayy, look
[Verse 1: Benny The Butcher]
Ask about Butch, I'm everywhere, but back home, I'm heavy here
For Christmas I'm gettin 'all my bitches Chrome Heart teddy bears
Heavy stares for niggas who chasin' numbers that I already cleared
I'm already here, I took over a game they shouldn’t have let me near
And I been dope since LA Gears and Pelle Pelle years
Gold Presi’ like a keg of beer, you know the bezel clear
You had a better year than me as a rapper, then you legendary
And I'll excuse that, but anything less, I gotta refuse that, mm
We weed croppin’, no dispensary weed shoppin'
I'm V-hoppin', got the coupe and the Benz ’cause I need options
Streets watchin', thieves plottin', cuffs tightenin', keys lockin'
I wanna build after that time in the bing like I'm B. Hopkins, nigga
[Chorus: Benny The Butcher]
When my niggas pull up clean with them .30s and them things
That look like this, that look like this
Dope boys with ice on they sleeve, eighty carats worth of VVs
It looks like this, it look like this
Hitters gettin' busy with them switches on they glizzy
Sound like this (Brrt), it sound like this (Brrt)
And you might get a little dough, but my whole city know
It's not like this, it's not like this
Ah
The Butcher comin', nigga
We gotta turn this shit up
I’m the one— I'm the nigga that all these niggas wanna be, they ain't gon’ say nothin' on they records, though
Rah, ayy, look
[Verse 1: Benny The Butcher]
Ask about Butch, I'm everywhere, but back home, I'm heavy here
For Christmas I'm gettin 'all my bitches Chrome Heart teddy bears
Heavy stares for niggas who chasin' numbers that I already cleared
I'm already here, I took over a game they shouldn’t have let me near
And I been dope since LA Gears and Pelle Pelle years
Gold Presi’ like a keg of beer, you know the bezel clear
You had a better year than me as a rapper, then you legendary
And I'll excuse that, but anything less, I gotta refuse that, mm
We weed croppin’, no dispensary weed shoppin'
I'm V-hoppin', got the coupe and the Benz ’cause I need options
Streets watchin', thieves plottin', cuffs tightenin', keys lockin'
I wanna build after that time in the bing like I'm B. Hopkins, nigga
[Chorus: Benny The Butcher]
When my niggas pull up clean with them .30s and them things
That look like this, that look like this
Dope boys with ice on they sleeve, eighty carats worth of VVs
It looks like this, it look like this
Hitters gettin' busy with them switches on they glizzy
Sound like this (Brrt), it sound like this (Brrt)
And you might get a little dough, but my whole city know
It's not like this, it's not like this
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