John Gotti (Remix)

[Intro: Benny the Butcher]

Uh, yeah, yeah

You know what this is, nigga

I'm the one y'all niggas ain't fuckin' with

Brr, brr, brr, brr

Uh-huh

Let's do it, yo, look

[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher]

Ain't nobody give me shit, nigga, I just know the G code (I know)

With my homies on Pico, out in Cali', smokin' pre-roll

I seen my life flash, it's all badness through the peephole

I do the car dash, the car fast, it don't got no keyhole (Skrrt)

Juice from Aviani, 'Sace glasses like the Migos

I done ran into more hammers than Home Depot (Than Home Depot, nigga!)

I done took trips to the South, two cold kilos (Facts)

It ain't enough room in this house, for both egos

Niggas don't remember your face, they know me though (Thеy know the Butcher)

I'll get you touchеd for nothin', we know people (Pussy)

I'ma move bricks on a boat to coke legal

I'ma flood my strip with hope and dope needles (Ah)

This MAC your hair off your scalp, with no chemo (Ah)

I'm from that era, where the rich niggas drove Regals

I'm rootin' for the birds, like I'm from Philly, go Eagles

And how you gon' convince these bitches with no C-notes (Uh, yeah, the Butcher, nigga, uh)

[Chorus: Benny the Butcher]

Real street niggas get they cake right (Get they cake right)

You know I'm plugged in, so I ain't payin' they price (Payin' they price, uh-huh)

I came through a glass like safe life (Like safe life)

And all them hoes saw was Maserati break lights (skrrt), let's go

All the bad bitches fuck with dope boys (Fuck with dope boys, uh-huh)

All the bad bitches fuck with dope boys (Fuck with dope boys, yeah)

All the bad bitches fuck with dope boys (Fuck with dope boys, let's go)

All the bad bitches fuck with dope boys, uh

[Verse 2: Heem B$F]

Yeah, what up, big bruh?

I know niggas who move keys, drop whips from overseas (Word)

Plug out in Cali', that's floodin' 'em with them P's (Yeah)

You know the OG's, get money, stay low-key (Low-key)

My old-head only charged me a stack for an OZ (For real)

But you know me, I get it gone for a short fee (Yeah)

Ain't no talkin' on the phone, they tryna record me (Look)

Won't extort me, I get 'em gone for a short fee

If he cross me, one to the dome, he get six feet

Catch me lurkin' out in traffic (lurkin'), ridin' with them killers (Yeah)

You talkin' what you heard, I really hang around them niggas (I do)

Only thirty for a bird, I know the real dealers

Anybody say a word, they gon' have somebody kill you (Huh?)

You really from the streets? Better practice what you preach (Yeah)

These rules to the game, keep a gun in arm's reach (Do that)

I'm tryna let 'em know, but I ain't wanna tell 'em

I hang around some niggas, and they all convicted felons

[Chorus: Benny the Butcher]

Real street niggas get they cake right (Get they cake right)

You know I'm plugged in, so I ain't payin' they price (Payin' they price, uh-huh)

I came through the glass, like safe life (Like safe life)

And all them hoes saw was Maserati break lights (skrrt), let's go

All the bad bitches fuck with dope boys (Fuck with dope boys, uh-huh)

All the bad bitches fuck with dope boys (Fuck with dope boys, yeah)

All the bad bitches fuck with dope boys (Fuck with dope boys, let's go)

All the bad bitches fuck with dope boys, uh

[Verse 3: Smoke Bulga]

Bulga

All the bad bitches call me Southwest Means (Yessir)

Blue diamonds, Crip Walkin' on me, like O.T. (Huh?)

Trap in O.T., so many calls from the police (Woo, woo)

Bought the kicks, had to pay off the treesh, fuck the police

Ruth's Chris with my bitch, lobster mac with the lamb chops

And the yams heavy in the Lamb', act a new chop (Grr)

Pyrex whippin' the glass full of Peru

Brand new coupe, nigga off the glass like an alley-oop

Whole mami's in summer twenty-twenty

I told her the Maserati, hot head, get you a cold body (Huh)

Diamonds on my wrist drippin', all Fiji, nigga (Fiji)

Good coke move itself, like a Ouija, nigga (Uh)

We break bricks, like Mario, Luigi, nigga

New four-fifth got a laser, that's like a saber

Black hoodie, like I'm Vader, bustin' out the G-Wrangler

He pressed on 6IX9INE, he callin' to get the gang up

[Chorus: Benny the Butcher]

Real street niggas get they cake right (Get they cake right)

You know I'm plugged in, so I ain't payin' they price (Payin' they price, uh-huh)

I came through the glass, like safe life (Like safe life)

And all them hoes saw was Maserati break lights (skrrt), let's go

All the bad bitches fuck with dope boys (Fuck with dope boys, uh-huh)

All the bad bitches fuck with dope boys (Fuck with dope boys, yeah)

All the bad bitches fuck with dope boys (Fuck with dope boys, let's go)

All the bad bitches fuck with dope boys, uh