POWER HOUSE HOBBS

[Intro: Westside Gunn]

Ayo, fuck these niggas, Lord (Ayo, fuck these niggas, Lord)

Ayo, y'all niggas is fuckin' bums

All this fake-ass beef and battling shit

All this internet shit ain't workin'

Shit is fuckin' trash, man

I'm not im-fuckin'-pressed (This what y’all niggas gotta do now?)

Shit trash

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]

Ayo (Ah), the coke flake (Ah)

The bag flip like Will Ospreay

Also died on the way (Mhm)

Nigga tried to violate mine, I made him pay (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

Faze in my face, I say, "Yo no sé" (Yo no sé)

CLS with the silver plates (Skrrt)

Bricks came fishy lately

I threw off sample for a wake and bake (Ah)

Rabbit came back with fifty, I gave him seven

If you know what I know, I pray Chine Gun went to heaven (Rest in peacе, Chine Gun)

I prayed up in the sky, hе died fly

Balenciaga tye-dye (Rah, rah, rah, rah, woo)

Balmain skinnies (Ah), bum niggas think I'm bougie

Dolph Camo Range, sport truck finished Gucci

I'm locked in, two hands on a Uzi (Rrrt)

Penthouse in Giza, I could see Mount Fuji (Ah, it's up there)

Bum niggas lookin' like ants

You ain't never had a brick with a stamp (Uh-uh)

You ain't never had Fendi furniture, 5K for the lamp

When money machines broke, we had to count through the cramps (Woo)

Triple beams gleamin', don't fail me now

I was on the block with tweakers, with a loaded four-pound (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

Magazine got a hundred rounds, do you foul (Grrt)

Everybody wanna copy Flygod's style

Niggas nonchalant, actin' like they not stealing (Uh)

Until you in the tub, pop a drill in they ceiling

[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]

Ayo, remember that rush when I got my first half a block (Ah)

Remember that first snapback, nigga, pass the Glock (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

Whipped it so good, last batch made astronauts (Whip)

Sit in the kitchen, J. Prince Sr., I rap a lot (Ah)

Told my shooter, "Shoot everything, nigga, that's your job" (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

Desert Eagle so big, I nicknamed it Power House Hobbs (Woah)

[Interlude: Benny the Butcher & Westside Gunn]

We gon' do this shit (Four letters, nigga), let me do this shit like this

The Butcher comin', nigga (Yeah, uh-huh)

[Verse 3: Benny The Butcher]

Niggas think I lost it, let's see, who down to bet me? (Bet me)

I'll be ready, when y'all ready, let's go (Check please)

There's blood on my cleaver neckpiece, just mean I'm deadly (I'm deadly)

Compressi' on the TEC sound like I opened a Pepsi

From Shower Shoe Lords, to Power Tool Boys

If y'all putting eights on corners, it go down in pool halls (Hahaha)

I drove through states, cross borders in a car that's too small

I can put weight on a corner in every town of New York (Yeah)

I'm having mixed thoughts (What you think about it?)

Every time I pull up to my plug apartment

If I should use this ski mask in my glove compartment

Pop up in a ghost face, I made that fork rotate (Uh-huh)

I sold a hundred bricks and still can't tell you how coke tastes

I don't test it with my gums (Uh-huh), I check it with my thumbs (That's what you do?)

To see how hard it is, I try to press it 'til its crumbs

I went from catfish to sea bass, street math

Crashed whips to G class

That brick ain't clean, we call it decaf (We call that decaf)

I smell Folgers when I sell yola (I sell yola)

I used to make plays in jail, we had to yell to the cell over

I broke the pot when I stuck my fork in the 'caine

Autographed the brick and I signed it "Scorpion Gang"

Butch