[Intro: Benny the Butcher]
Ha
Trust Gang, nigga
[?]
Black Soprano
Wooh
Let’s go
Let’s get it, let’s get it
[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher]
You know what this is, [?] keep it 100, 100
Your bitch in the passenger rolling up while I do 400, 400
Face to face, face to face
Face to face, face to face
I dropped off the bag in the hood, I stood in the trap in Versace
Do you remember me, somebody asked me, the trappers forgot me
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
On my way to a milli, but hold up, I really think God trying to punish us
Enemies, enemies, enemies, enemies, I made some enemies
I’m smoking this dope, but fucking these bitches is draining my energy
I hit up the plug, he know what it is, I got all the cash
This 40 so big, it hitting your shirt and it knock off the tags
We hustle, we hustle, we hustle, we hustle, we hustle, we hustle
[?], [?] with wings, the V on my buckle
Louis belt, Louis belt, Louis belt, I feel like [?] Louis belt
I bought my bitch a black Gucci belt, just to help roll up her [?]
Fuck her and tell her she’s beautiful, it’s not what you know but who you know
Black Sopranos show up at your funeral, pussy and power, yeah my life a musical
Hope the glitter and gold don’t influence you, I’m getting money, but that’s just the usual
Im’ma wave to my haters like too-da-loo, I brought the bitches out, I brought the shooters too
Let the feds tell it, I’m the pusher man
Niggas taking naps, I just took a chance
I flew out to Cali, hooked up with my man
He introduced me to him, I just shook his hand
[Hook: Benny the Butcher]
I met the plug, I met the plug
I met the plug, I met the plug
Face to face, face to face
Face to face, face to face
[Jay Batters]
What up Benny
It’s Jay
Take money
Yeah
[Verse 2: Jay Batters]
I met the plug, no habla no ingles
Pull up in the cleanest whip, drop me a bag, now watch how I swing the wrist
These fuck niggas talking big money, what’s funny is they never seen a brick
These cases, I catch them, I catch them, I catch them, but they never see them stick
‘Casue I met the plug, I got to be blessed
Bust open them wrappers, throw half on a one and be done and they got to be pressed
Run it up, run it up ‘til my plug bring a hundred up
Everyday, we up late with the pots and the plates on the block ‘til the sun is up
Who can stop me from coming up, second to none and these niggas is runner-ups
Hit a papi, he got me, you copy, he load up the van and sending his runner up
Touchdown, we’re lifting the numbers up, come show up, we’re sending the gunners up
Can’t fuck with me, double up, double up, killing competitors just ‘cause it’s fun to us
Moving too fast, are you listening slow
On the road in a rental to cop and go shopping as long as the ticket is low
Bust some [?] on [?], the troopers behind me, they pull me, I’m hitting it though
Make it back to the Lou, I’m in traffic with snow, hit the stove and remixing the blow
Face to face, place to place
Me and Black in the spot with the [?] popping bottles, you know we go case for case
Every night ‘fore I rest, [?] got get my lawyer the strength to spank the case
Spank the case, fuck out my face
[Hook: Benny the Butcher]
‘Cause I met the plug, I met the plug
I met the plug, I met the plug
Face to face, face to face
Face to face, face to face
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