[Intro: Benny The Butcher]
Ah, we live right now? Yeah
I been seen fetti, nigga
What niggas know 'bout fresh off parole
Plugging with twenty thousand dirty money nigga?
Balenciaga shopping frequently
Benny, Sule and Fuego, nigga, BSF
(These are the real Sopranos)
Ah
[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher]
Nine-hundred grams in my kitchen sink, fuck you niggas think?
No license, cops pull us, then we switchin' seats
Beef is when they missin' limbs, fuck missin' teeth
You know the stick with me, taller than the Christmas tree
God of this shit, I must be, smuggle blow in the country
Plus did shows out the country, then bought a home in the country
And I don't do artist deals, it gotta be a split
Turned down apologies from pricks who took shots at me and missed
Woke up thinking money, I pulled up in a bucket when my licks hit me
Now it's bucket seats in that big Benzy
Louis bucket hat, buckets under my chains, you know this shit drippy
They say the Butch constipated, 'cause this shit in me
Real BSF niggas, go tell 'em that
Tell 'em scrap, don’t say shit when they see me, just tell 'em "Rap"
Niggas never sold shit to nobody, let's bet a stack
The last rap beef I had, I got a watch and ain't send it back
It's Butch, let's go
[Verse 2: Sule]
Step foot in the industry, with a vengeance and a robbery plan
And got your favorite rapper duct taped inside of a van
Y'all niggas is pussy, be throwing rocks and hiding your hand
Let me show you the technique to get supply and demand
Man, that nigga died because of beliefs, he the best martyr
S550 in black, but the Lex' guava
I take the blicky off of your waist, 'cause I flex harder
I raise it, and it's not even mine like a stepfather
I had to steal spots that I'm not placed in regardless
And now I'm waking up to new Roc Nation deposits
Nigga, I don't squash beef, that's with any rules
Wet 'em even if it's not deep, like a kiddie pool
Nigga, I just like to sell work, 'cause this shit that the fans missin'
A Jersey boy, hood got me covered like transmissions
I might do real estate after rap, this a planned vision
Buy up the city and sell blocks, like San Quentin
I used to starve and now I'm Sumo rich
Would sell the pinks up out the bottle like it’s NUVO sips
This for the hustlers selling dog that’s on that Cujo shit
Who took their sole out their sneaker cause they shoes don’t fit
Su' Milli'
[Verse 3: Fuego Base]
I got mine off of grass and butter
Served it out her door, when I couldn't leave the side of my passing mother
I fucked on buddy broad half the summer
She posted me, and he blocked the bitch out, he ain't Travis Hunter
I promised Phyllis that I'm not gon' fail
So far from the dude that the task force boxed in at that Taco Bell
Rap dangerous so I tuck lead
Shit I could've been a dust head but got a penthouse in Buckhead
Send a ninja to Petunya
My opps disappeared, no explanation like Jamaicans saying “Booyaka”
Cooler than them other dudes, I stand out different
I last seen 'em sniffin' Tusi with their ran down vixen
I came home, on four occasions with my hands out bitchin'
Now I’m stackin' cause this crack shit don’t hand out pensions, nigga
