Smoked and Butchered Smoke DZA & Benny The Butcher (Ft. Styles P)
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[Chorus: Styles P]
Yeah, it's Smoke and BUTCHER
You can get smoked and butchered
Marijuana, rap money, niggas flyer than Snuka
Put a bag on your head, put coke on a hooker
Yeah, it's Smoke and BUTCHER
You can get smoked and butchered
Marijuana, rap money, niggas flyer than Snuka
That show money good, but niggas fuck with the pushers (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
The Kush God and the BUTCHER, it's the best of the best
Everything drug related, but that's regular rec
A hundred comin', an effortless flex
Curry brothers, we more Johnny and Leo than we Stephen and Seth
Oh, you wearin' an S on your chest
Well we aimin' for nothing but jugulars anyway, out with your vest
When life flash, will you cherish the rest?
My older homie made a living off threatening record execs
TEC on the desk, that's a definite yes
Left in the 'jects with a hundred regrets
With all due respect, we ain't those niggas
When I'm talkin' 'bout packs, I'm talking loaves with it
Toured the spots, made stove visits
You got hit 'cause you let every bitch you know kick it
You think you slick, plus you owe niggas
Put a bag on your head, same price for these front row tickets
Yeah, it's Smoke and BUTCHER
You can get smoked and butchered
Marijuana, rap money, niggas flyer than Snuka
Put a bag on your head, put coke on a hooker
Yeah, it's Smoke and BUTCHER
You can get smoked and butchered
Marijuana, rap money, niggas flyer than Snuka
That show money good, but niggas fuck with the pushers (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
The Kush God and the BUTCHER, it's the best of the best
Everything drug related, but that's regular rec
A hundred comin', an effortless flex
Curry brothers, we more Johnny and Leo than we Stephen and Seth
Oh, you wearin' an S on your chest
Well we aimin' for nothing but jugulars anyway, out with your vest
When life flash, will you cherish the rest?
My older homie made a living off threatening record execs
TEC on the desk, that's a definite yes
Left in the 'jects with a hundred regrets
With all due respect, we ain't those niggas
When I'm talkin' 'bout packs, I'm talking loaves with it
Toured the spots, made stove visits
You got hit 'cause you let every bitch you know kick it
You think you slick, plus you owe niggas
Put a bag on your head, same price for these front row tickets
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