[Verse 1: Blade Brown]
The Glock Quattro Zero, that's for any drama
Lead and armour, 'cause really, I'm due plenty karma
Used to cook it in front of them just like Benihana
Cali palace, a nigga needed like twenty farmers
And I don't do farming
I just splash a nigga budget up in Blue Marlin
She thought I play for the Premier, thought I knew Haaland
We turned S-West-11 into the new Harlem
Can't quit, I'm too far in
Money, murder, the perfect match
That body is worth a stack, my reality worse than rap
She fucking up, I can't listen to certain chat
She thinks I'm gon' circle back but I'm taking that Birkin back
Flake brizziеs, used to send 'em in thе van
I rate the way he whip it, I said, "Tell him I'm a fan"
I came a long way, whipping venom in the pan
With some buj packs, tougher than some denim from Japan
These are stories that you can't fabricate
Didn't always get it, man, I had to wait, went from tickets to slabs of flake
Now it's rose and titanium
With all these fiends I've served, I could fill a fucking stadium
[Verse 2: Benny the Butcher]
Glock Quattro Zero 'cause niggas is savage
You a bitch, you like to joke, you Tiffany Haddish
I'm from the trenches, seen it happen and then we adapted
Now I'm boujee, tried the redtail and spit in the napkin
Cannon in my mattress now 'cause I don't think I'm bulletproof
I seen these niggas tactics then I learned what I shouldn't do
Trapping out the telly, fiends stole a bag full of fifties
I chased that bitch through the hall like Cassie and Diddy
You better tighten up, them blue tips bad for your healthcare
I'm a real boss, I fed more niggas than welfare
The duct tape on the bricks, my fingerprints still there
The Pyrex Prince, I'm rich like the Prince of Bel-Air
5'9' but I got game like Wilt
Trust don't last, shit age like milk
Man, this the game I built
When the smoke clear, huh, just take a look
In the trap spot, it's Blade and Butch
Like MasterChef, way I cook, damn
[Verse 3: Blade Brown & Benny the Butcher]
Blade and Butch on the riddim, these niggas panicking
Body covered in Louis, just like the mannequin
These niggas singing 'bout murders, they move like Barrington
Scribbling, grams in the kitchen, I put a hammock in
Money in the mattress but I don't make the bed
This fucking attitude I got came from making bread
You gotta make the pledge if you wanna break some bread
Breaking pebs 'cause all these addicts have gotta take their meds
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