B$F

[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