The Warehouse 3

[Intro]

Summertime Butch'

Summertime Butch', y'all hear what's goin' on

[Verse 1: Rick Hyde & ElCamino]

I hope this rap shit is the answer, 'cause I got so many questions

Changin' channels, smokin' pressure, as I channel my aggression

This OG called me humble, I said "Nah, big bro, I'm thankful"

Some niggas never make it out they city, it's so hateful

Lost my nigga Brick some time around the end of April

My brother need a hundred on the phone, but he can wait though

My patience gettin' thinner than the fabric on a rain coat

I turn you Albert Pujols, now you playin' with the angels

I take lossеs that would devestate, shit don't rеally get to me

You wanna know my mood or how I'm feelin'? Nigga, sit with me

Niggas pillow talkin' with the bitches, always sippin' tea

That bitch gon' be your downfall while you out here thinkin' differently

Off the rip, it was a fifty piece, never would they cripple me

Last year I hit it with the formula and tripled it

I ain't really fuckin' with you niggas, like it's bigotry

The second one was classic, wait until I drop the trilogy (Yo, yo)

It's Ricky, nigga, uh

[Verse 2: ElCamino]

Now I be havin' squares for 'em, I used to sell it to 'em hard

Finally signed a record deal, who knew the devil was a star?

I done finally found a hustle, I ain't gotta sell to one with jaws

I made eighty percent legal, 'cause I still be breakin' laws

If they run up in this bitch, man, they gon' nail me to the cross

If they run up in my crib and go too far, they might get lost

I'ma catch you on the camera, got some brand new shits in store

Gotta look good on camera, we told Cannon in the mall

Nigga, it's BSF, so you better be on your best

I could easily go pop me a Perc' and be on your steps, uh

We all we got, but it's more like we all that's left of the real

These niggas hate through whatever, it's becomin' a skill

While niggas makin' these threats, I hope they makin' they will

Be smart, nigga

[Verse 3: Fuego Base & Benny The Butcher]

Stained a rapper for his trash chain

Excuse my absence from the rap game, I was in the crack game

Question, do I rap or sell better?

Plastic bag over the gun, that's a homemade shell catcher (Uh)

Grease the homie's JPay so that they jail better

As good as this bitch look, she should smell better (Hahaha)

Got the kind of heart it take to face monsters (Uh)

Punch Unc' in the throat, he owed me eight dollars (Uh)

A wire'll leave our fate bothered

Free YSL, I hope we ain't the next crew that the Jake's conquer

Pretty sure your tale less gory

Uh, this Ashyville nigga a success story (Yo)

[Verse 4: Benny The Butcher]

Picture white Jesus hangin', that's how you hide the wall safe

At trial with a bitch lawyer and we fuckin' on a court date (Uh-huh)

As men, we come in peace, but if it's beef, that's tomahawk steak

We do Porsche vs. Ferrari like the Kentucky Derby horse race

No sleepin' on an off-day, y'all make mistakes that the boss can't

You trapped (Uh-uh)

It's hard to get me out that bitch like when a dog mate (Ah)

Caught your homie in a lie, you gotta treat it like a heartbreak

G-Money lied to Nino and don't forget, Tony crossed Frank

Them broke nigga excuses, I'm startin' to get allergic (I'm allergic)

How niggas want me to catch, clean, cook the food and serve it?

Shorty slid for a coke, that's all he wanted, I said "You earned it"

Then heard he did another one while wearin' it, I said "Now burn it"

Uh, I treasure this AP, now wear it with my nuts swingin' (I got to)

Success might be different for you, dependin' on your upbringin'

Sopranos don't explain shit, I gave y'all enough reasons

All summer '24, we've seen a Cybertruck and Trump bleedin', BSF

[Outro]

Summertime Butch'

These are the real Sopranos