Bullets

[Intro: Smoke DZA]

Really

Kush God and the Butcher

Surgeon General warning

Pray

BSF, RFC

Griselda

Yeah

[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]

We all got raw, I got tree, Benny the pastry man (Uh)

Soon as the package touch, I'ma make these scram (Outta here)

Once you get yours, it went through 18 hands (Uh)

Pull up on your block in the A-Team van

Hannibal Smith, big cigars on hand (Really)

B. A. Baracus, couple chains, no scams (Uh)

Ya hustle game shaky, fam

Ya numbers outdated, can’t fake these fans

Fuck notoriety in the minor league (Uh)

Frank stand to the critics in it's entirety (Uh)

Money inspires me

Trackin' the box only thing that gimme anxiety (Right)

I got something for you if you unemployed

This loud pack hit like a hundred Floyds

Animal status, makin’ tons of noise

Bunch of lions and apes smokin' jungle boys

[Chorus: Benny the Butcher]

You ain't 'bout no gun action, stop woofin' (Nah)

Niggas shoot diss tracks, we shot bullets (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, brrt)

Made 5K on the corner and the cops took it

But you can tell by my wrist, I gave the pot whoopings

You ain't 'bout no gun action, stop woofin' (Nah)

Niggas shoot diss tracks, we shot bullets (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, brrt)

Made 5K on the corner and the cops took it

But you can tell by my wrist, I gave the pot whoopings

[Verse 2: Benny the Butcher]

Said a silent prayer, my hands laid on a Bible

Been drove for 20 years, sittin’ straight through Ohio

I was barely out of high school when buyin’ weight

On my way to prison, I looked my mom in her cryin' face

Left the trap with money counters and a candle burnin’

Fuck niggas, I be good long as this hammer workin'

We still cordial with the bosses and the workers

And I'm this way on Instagram and in person

Uh, the players change, but the game won't

The money came late, so I stayed woke

Talents took me to Dallas, amigo got me established

I’m in a race with the opps to see who get rich the fastest

BSF, nigga

[Chorus: Benny the Butcher]

You ain't 'bout no gun action, stop woofin' (Nah)

Niggas shoot diss tracks, we shot bullets (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, brrt)

Made 5K on the corner and the cops took it

But you can tell by my wrist, I gave the pot whoopings (Griselda)

You ain't 'bout no gun action, stop woofin' (Nah)

Niggas shoot diss tracks, we shot bullets (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, brrt)

Made 5K on the corner and the cops took it

But you can tell by my wrist, I gave the pot whoopings

[Verse 3: Conway the Machine]

Niggas shootin' these disses, they ain't a real threat (You niggas pussy, man)

Two bodies, tell me who we gotta peel next (Who want smoke?)

Rap about your imaginary guns, we got real TECs (Fuck outta here)

I pull up with the FN, shoot a movie like I'm lil' X (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

Two hundred pounds in my basement and they still fresh (Uh-huh)

I'm still hustlin' like I ain't got a deal yet (I'm still hustlin', nigga)

My wrist and my bitch pussy real wet

And this a stingray when I pull up in that teal 'Vette (Talk to 'em)

Yeah, I'm thankin' God for this ki of coke (Okay)

Paranormal driveway, you gon' see a Ghost (Woo)

You gon' see a Wraith, you gon' see a Mulsanne (What else?)

Culinary label truck (Huh?), you gon' see 'em both (Wow)

I mean, if we talkin' bread, you gon' see a loaf (Ha)

I keep it close, look at us wrong, you gon' be approached (Ayo, what's poppin'?)

We been gettin' money, boy, I ain't used to bein' broke (Huh?)

Niggas ain't fuckin' with Benny the Butcher, me, and Smoke (Not at all)

It ain't even close

[Chorus: Benny the Butcher]

You ain't 'bout no gun action, stop woofin' (Nah)

Niggas shoot diss tracks, we shot bullets (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, brrt)

Made 5K on the corner and the cops took it

But you can tell by my wrist, I gave the pot whoopings

You ain't 'bout no gun action, stop woofin' (Nah)

Niggas shoot diss tracks, we shot bullets (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, brrt)

Made 5K on the corner and the cops took it

But you can tell by my wrist, I gave the pot whoopings