Bonanno

[Intro: Benny the Butcher]

Yeah, ah

Straight like that, nigga

Brr, brr, brr

I only know one way to do this

I only know one way

There's only one way to do this shit

Ten toes down, nigga

Black Soprano Mob shit

That's all we know

You know what I'm sayin'?

Streets don't owe us nothin' (Ah)

We owe the streets everythin'

Yo

[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher & Rick Hyde]

I ran it up, did it quick, boy, numbers flippin' like Bitcoin

Benz truck, with the kit, boy, and that one just my bitch toy (Hahaha)

It was damn near impossible, obstacles, I had to pinpoint (I did)

Just to hear the kid voice Sopranos, gon' send an invoice (Uh)

My hustle, nigga, that's what I'm bankin' on

I'm waitin' on, the money counter, while she put makeup on

I'm debatin' on, a condo on the lake, somewhere safеr, y'all (Somewhere safеr)

Or invest it in a trap, a block I could print paper on

I spent weeks on the road, in green rooms, gettin' blowed (Gettin' high)

Watch the news to see who die, just to make me feel at home (Damn)

Griselda made it, hard to dispute when your bars are the truth

It give you the feelin', of innocence that you lost in your youth

I pay for it cash, the chauffeur drivin' through the jungle for me (Yeah)

My man did five, he came home, and he ain't want no money (Good look)

Said, "Loyalty enough (enough), just get rich, but stay humble for me" (Okay, okay)

I told him, "Next time tax cut the feds, takin' photos of me" (Nah)

Now I'm in constant hip-hop discussions, they howl me when I'm in public

Stack the G at a time, then count it up to a hundred, uh (They scared)

Scary when you visualize it from nothin', and then become it (It's Ricky)

I'm like 'Pac, with the Rollie and Thug Life on the stomach, look

[Verse 2: Rick Hyde & Heem B$F]

I get chills when my brother call

He just did twelve behind the wall, all he wanted was the boss (Free Will)

It's a difference now, my mother gone (Damn)

That's another song, gotta keep writin' all these fuckin' wrongs

It's Mr. How-Can-I-Get-A-Couple-Gone (Ha)

Is it luck or nah? My new Rollie like a Lucky Charm

So much money, need another arm (Bank)

So much cut on it, that's just for the fuck of it, made a couple more (Whip, whip, whip)

Imagine every day, and nothing short, bare minimum, nothin' more

Put a lil' work in, now your shit's secure

Go get the baggies from the kitchen drawer (Get the baggies, lil' nigga)

Resi' on the kitchen floor, whatever in the dust, man, just gon' be a loss

When my cousin sent them P's ago, I was doin' me with God

Had to push to start it, like a keyless car (Skrrt)

When you look at us, you seein' stars (Brr)

Look at you, you niggas lost (They know)

Four shots from the .40, have you seein' God, uh (It's Heem, nigga)

[Verse 3: Heem B$F]

I'm stickin' to my day goes, big gorilla, I ain't ape though

But I got shooters on the payroll, they gon' do just what I say though

Get to squeezin' when I say "Go", his arms swingin' with that Draco

Leave you leakin', broad day, though (brr), just met a 'migo, he ain't Quavo

Takin' off to a bankroll, off-sets on the Range Rove' (Skrrt)

Servin' grams, then I change clothes, in the VIP, sippin' Ace, gold

Loubs with the red sole, I'd rather die before I sell my soul

I'm goin' ninety, duckin' state patrol, I just hope I make it home (Dear God)

.40 sick with the laser on (brr), two revolvers with potatoes, still'll break a bone

Used dough so it muffle down

My lil' shooter lurk the town, granny gown in the dirty pound

Stomach shot, make a nigga frown (Fah, fah, fah)

Watch him buckle down, it's the Sopranos, we don't fuck around

[Outro: Heem B$F]

Brr, they know, haha

It's Heem, nigga