Blue Marlin

[Verse 1: Blade Brown]

The Glock Quattro Zero, that's for any drama

Lead and armour, 'cause really, I'm due plenty karma

Used to cook it in front of them just like Benihana

Cali palace, a nigga needed like twenty farmers

And I don't do farming

I just splash a nigga budget up in Blue Marlin

She thought I play for the Premier, thought I knew Haaland

We turned S-West-11 into the new Harlem

Can't quit, I'm too far in

Money, murder, the perfect match

That body is worth a stack, my reality worse than rap

She fucking up, I can't listen to certain chat

She thinks I'm gon' circle back but I'm taking that Birkin back

Flake brizziеs, used to send 'em in thе van

I rate the way he whip it, I said, "Tell him I'm a fan"

I came a long way, whipping venom in the pan

With some buj packs, tougher than some denim from Japan

These are stories that you can't fabricate

Didn't always get it, man, I had to wait, went from tickets to slabs of flake

Now it's rose and titanium

With all these fiends I've served, I could fill a fucking stadium

[Verse 2: Benny the Butcher]

Glock Quattro Zero 'cause niggas is savage

You a bitch, you like to joke, you Tiffany Haddish

I'm from the trenches, seen it happen and then we adapted

Now I'm boujee, tried the redtail and spit in the napkin

Cannon in my mattress now 'cause I don't think I'm bulletproof

I seen these niggas tactics then I learned what I shouldn't do

Trapping out the telly, fiends stole a bag full of fifties

I chased that bitch through the hall like Cassie and Diddy

You better tighten up, them blue tips bad for your healthcare

I'm a real boss, I fed more niggas than welfare

The duct tape on the bricks, my fingerprints still there

The Pyrex Prince, I'm rich like the Prince of Bel-Air

5'9' but I got game like Wilt

Trust don't last, shit age like milk

Man, this the game I built

When the smoke clear, huh, just take a look

In the trap spot, it's Blade and Butch

Like MasterChef, way I cook, damn

[Verse 3: Blade Brown & Benny the Butcher]

Blade and Butch on the riddim, these niggas panicking

Body covered in Louis, just like the mannequin

These niggas singing 'bout murders, they move like Barrington

Scribbling, grams in the kitchen, I put a hammock in

Money in the mattress but I don't make the bed

This fucking attitude I got came from making bread

You gotta make the pledge if you wanna break some bread

Breaking pebs 'cause all these addicts have gotta take their meds