Hood On Fire

[Intro]

Uh, uh, listen, uh

(Summertime Butch)

[Chorus: Bruiser Wolf & Benny the Butcher]

It's hot and it's humid

Business booming, R.I.C.O. loomin', they know he do it

But the question is can they prove it?

I know the district attorney tired of looking stupid

The streets is hot, we better cool it, it's hot and humid

Business booming (Ah), R.I.C.O. loomin, they know he do it (Big Butch)

But the question is can they prove it? (The Butcher comin, nigga)

I know the district attorney tired of looking stupid (Look)

The streets is hot, we better cool it

[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher]

Yo, these rappers let they fans gas them, but that ain't validation

They either got snitch rumors or a rape allegation

This Maybach I'm racing, speeding the cake that I'm chasing

Hate from snakes that I ate with come from fake admiration

Last eight years I've been top five, look at the case that I'm making

Knew with the Lord's grace and Jeff Gordon's pace I could take it

But I don't wanna hear no thank yous, that ain't compensation

I could blend it in a suit, but y'all can't trade spots with gangsters

Y'all niggas ain't got the basics, this not a safe occupation

I buy drops every summer, so I can make observations

Of my surroundings, I ride through niggas' hoods, no brakes, I'm just racing

But I don't park this pretty motherfucker where I base operations

I'm getting hate connotations, feeling zenful, my pinstroke

It change populations, I can paint conversations

In America where I seen greed and race divide a nation

From the hood where if your dog turn to a snake, it's violation

I hit the teller to make a withdrawal from the bank, now I'm waiting

They say they need a couple minutes, I'm chilling 'cause I'm patient

Rome wasn't built in a day, ah-ah, neither was the spaceships

Black Soprano la familia keep a secret like a Mason, ugh

[Chorus: Bruiser Wolf]

It's hot and it's humid

Business booming, R.I.C.O. loomin', they know he do it

But the question is can they prove it?

I know the district attorney tired of looking stupid

The streets is hot, we better cool it, it's hot and humid

Business booming, R.I.C.O. loomin, they know he do it

But the question is can they prove it?

I know the district attorney tired of looking stupid

The streets is hot, we better cool it

[Verse 2: Bruiser Wolf]

Breadwinner mind state, a crew in carbohydrates

Walk with a stick, I operate in blind faith

Meet face to face on phones, don't say much

Y'all text thread the needle, that stitch y'all case up

We got a bye week, y'all can't play us

Filet the fishscale, and sell it, in K cups

Widows want to lay up, just a Spider-Man, Zendaya

We slash prizes and rivals, take pay cuts

That's business, eggshell, whip yellow chicken

Savvy, a whole baddy, not a half one

You heartless, she got ten men she get cash from

Pack on her, she got her abs done

No tattoo, hat dust in bags, I sold vacuum (I sold vacuum)

Point and leave your mind baffled

Chain swing like upside down pineapples

I need a statue with my shoes

Fiends say I put my foot in that food (I put my foot in that food)

It's hot at the crib

Niggas snatching Cardi's like Stefon Diggs

We buy it pure, then infuse it

Base scales and bells, we make music

And then we whoop it

Bruiser!

Listen

[Chorus: Bruiser Wolf]

It's hot and it's humid

Business booming, R.I.C.O. loomin', they know he do it

But the question is can they prove it?

I know the district attorney tired of looking stupid

The streets is hot, we better cool it, it's hot and humid

Business booming, R.I.C.O. loomin, they know he do it

But the question is can they prove it?

I know the district attorney tired of looking stupid

The streets is hot, we better cool it

[Outro: Bruiser Wolf]

They can see us, they can see us, huh

I think they see us, they see us