Toxic

[Intro: Styles P]

True Sag' shit, you know?

My nigga born on Bruce Lee day

It's wolf time, you know

Fearless

[Verse 1: Styles P & Benny the Butcher]

Buck shots like I am BDI (Ah)

The Butcher comin', Ghost too (He comin', me too)

That is more bodies than Sweeney Todd (Bet)

May you beat the case like you Johnny Depp (Hahaha)

European V's, Armani sweats

Flow is like water if you ain't see a tsunami yet (You ain't see that?)

Buffalo to Yonkers, the hammer is in the tiny 'Vette (Buffalo to Y.O.)

Money in the Mack truck, niggas ain't line me yet (Yo, uh)

[Verse 2: Benny the Butcher]

Too big for my city (You know that), so it's only fair that I grow from there (Grow from there)

'Cause you can't fit a polar bear in a folding chair (Ah)

Brick of bad dope, this dirty weight, I'm cookin' back (Cookin' back)

So, it's only right I left the .38 and took the axe (The Butcher)

Consecutive wins (Nigga)

'Fuck is y'all? Could never be friends (Not us)

My hoes be ebony skin, they give me head in the Benz (Yeah)

Fresh from Paris, I'm in new whips and extra carats (Extra)

Smokin', playing old Biggie, trying to catch the spirit, uh (You know that)

[Chorus: Styles P | Styles P & Benny the Butcher]

You know who's comin', yeah, the Butcher, nigga

And he came with Styles, for the pusher niggas

And you know the style, we with the hookers, nigga

And you know the style, we with the cookers, nigga

And we let it shine for all the lookin' niggas

If the plug try to front, let's book the nigga

If them niggas is food, let's cook them niggas

If that weight is whale, well, let's hook it, nigga

[Verse 3: Styles P]

Benny come from Buffalo, me, I'm from Yonkers (Y.O.)

But I still pack a gun that'll knock down a buffalo (Mm)

Nerd, but I turn into Hulk, like Mark Ruffalo (Hahaha)

Don't wrestle, but I'm fly, like I'm off of the turnbuckle-o (Snuka)

Top one, Top Gun, never did no Maverick shit (Never)

All I know, you front in my hood, I'm not havin' it (My word)

Lilac seats in the Porsche, paint lavender (Skrrt)

Niggas trying to act like a savage, but they a scavenger (Yo)

[Verse 4: Benny the Butcher]

It's the kid who made a knot when my block did fifty (When my block did fifty)

Now I got more songs than The LOX with Diddy (Woo)

Y'all niggas soundin' confused

It's too late when the gun hammer and the sound of my jewels

The only sound in the room (You hear me?)

They tell me I should be grateful (I am)

'Cause I used to be on fed probation, playin' with a bankroll

Monitor on my ankle, I'm tired

So, you gotta talk grindin' when you talk Benny, nigga (When you mention me)

'Cause me and money don't sleep, like New York City (Aye)

The Butcher comin'

[Chorus: Styles P | Styles P & Benny the Butcher]

You know who's comin', yeah, the Butcher, nigga

And he came with Styles, for the pusher niggas

And you know the style, we with the hookers, nigga

And you know the style, we with the cookers, nigga

And we let it shine for all the lookin' niggas

If the plug try to front, let's book the nigga

If them niggas is food, let's cook them niggas

If that weight is whale, well, let's hook it, nigga

[Verse 5: Styles P & Benny the Butcher]

I'm playin' Griselda, watchin' Griselda (Hahaha)

Pray for the seeds, murk the elders (I pray)

I move work, pop off, pick the shells up (You know)

We a mile away, but I bet you that you can smell us (Smell us)

We smell like money and the niggas lightin' the L's up (Smell like money)

We don't give a fuck and there's nothin' that you can tell us (Give a fuck)

The Butcher comin' (Ah, Butch) Ghost, nigga (Ghost)

Sandwich from a dead man, bet you gonna choke, nigga (Yo)

Ha

[Verse 6: Benny the Butcher]

They'll tell you anything except how I heard that you on (Tell me anything)

But they don't know I had to play every first by the store

On high alert for the law (Law)

Watchin' my block, as soon as they pull up, skrrt, then I'm gone

You know that work gettin' tossed (I'm outta here)

I never speak on your set, oh, I don't beef on the net (Mm-uh)

There's niggas on my team the judge want to lethal-inject

It's not a secret, you move discreet when you keep gettin' checks

These niggas mad and want to be me, so I keep gettin' threats

The Butcher and the Ghost, nigga

[Chorus: Styles P | Styles P & Benny the Butcher]

You know who's comin', yeah, the Butcher, nigga

And he came with Styles, for the pusher niggas

And you know the style, we with the hookers, nigga

And you know the style, we with the cookers, nigga

And we let it shine for all the lookin' niggas

If the plug try to front, let's book the nigga

If them niggas is food, let's cook them niggas

If that weight is whale, well, let's hook it, nigga