[Benny the Butcher] Let´s go Hah, let´s go You know what this is The Butcher comin´, nigga
Ay, look
[Benny the Butcher & Pusha T] We don´t do no price talk ´cause I already know they numbers Plus me and your old connect was tighter than them Dolce runners First time I ever cooked a deuce, I got a four-way from it Stabbed it in the pot so many times they think OJ done it If me and Push would´ve linked back when I was a dealer That´s an 18-wheeler to my town from Virginia Enough glitter on my neck that make my ex-bitch bitter I pulled up to the ´jects pushin´ the Lex´ like I´m Jigga, uh
To really make these type of checks, I took my chances When I was travelin´ without no license, yes, I really took those type of risks I´m laughin´ at indictment threats, huh, I used to sell Os But now I outsell shows, to the feds, the trail cold When I was locked, never called, but I used to send mail home I got close homies that caught new cases on jail phones Velcro strap the clip, got a curve like a elbow She countin´ up, when the bitch got the 50, her nail broke They talkin´ racks, but my plug bring it back on the sailboat, uh And I flooded my corner right after the scale broke
That´s your bitch, but I´m not a nigga she tell no (Yeah) ´Cause you got the bitch fly, but it wasn´t Chanel though
[Pusha T] I´m nothin´ like you new gangsters, pointin´ guns at the camera (Never) I bet you niggas practice in the mirror, brick of money to your earlobe Six pics, same brick, somethin´ weird though They say a hero´s nothin´ but a sandwich The 488 comin´ through like the prayin´ mantis My bitches got standards It´s fair in love and war, it´s okay to fuck a scammer As long as he empty the bag like black Santa Steak dinners at Dan Tana´s, pick a Tamara
The purple in my rainbow is amethyst Only I can coke rap this glamorous The only drug dealer out at Fashion Week With an 8020 split like Master P Why would I ever 5050? You ain´t half of me Benny the Butcher comin´ after me, Push
[ Benny the Butcher & Pusha T] I flooded my corner I flooded my corner right after the scale broke The 488 comin´ through like the prayin´ mantis That´s an 18-wheeler to my town from Virginia As long as he empty the bag As long as he empty the bag like Black Santa I used to sell Os, Black Santa I used to sell Os, only I can coke rap this glamorous This-this glamorous