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Uh, yeah, nigga It’s Benny, yo I’ma squeeze the juice out you niggas Yo, look I don’t regret the homies I cut off or the bitches I cancelled A blade in the kitchen, gripping a pot handle You sitting for clipping an innocent bystander Low income livers grew to be niggas with high standards Ay, look, got my introduction robbing shit at Hustler’s They call to squash the beef, that’s not in the discussion Made it to the point only reached by 5% of hustlers Put it on the stove, I stretch it, and I can get the tumblers Sparking pistols with long extendos Spray the driver side like we tryna wash the windows Something big and long on me, I won’t argue with you I’ma let it off, then hit you, then dolphin flip you Look, you know the squad a hundred if the boss official GxFR, I fuck around and carve it in you We got used to being stars, speeding off from venues Ate at Benihana’s and never ordered off the menus, let’s go You not connected, then you never spoke to me probably I’m riding in the Ghost, but I’m smoking Ferrari He said if I buy the TEC, he gon’ throw in the shottie Cooking while you looking, if you slow, that’s Hibachi I ain’t with this rap crap, I bag smack fam SongtextePap-pap this black MAC, then flatten that man These niggas in cac sack, hooting jack mag then Go and sharpen the top from the jack mag can, nigga Uh, fuck y’all niggas know about that? That’s why they sent me here Uh, street shit, nigga Y’all niggas forgot, the Butcher Huh, I’m your reminder, I’m your consequence Benny, Griselda, I’m the last nigga you wanna see, uh Trust me, uh I mean, that’s why I mention how good I am at cooking the brick Went so deep in the game, understood I couldn’t repent Stood on the strip, P89 full to the tip These bullets are swift, they probably gon’ lift the hood of your whip Made nigga, I ain’t never been belittled before Y’all shaking hands with them niggas in the middle of war When you a street nigga, you gotta keep a pistol of sorts Think quickly, you lost and learn how to forget what you saw, uh You talking, straight hustling, tryna park the Wraith, stunting Left the game, a lot of niggas ain’t get to walk away from it I’m talking graves and niggas walking off with state numbers He been down since kids, it’s awful when he call to say something Uh, what you know about shaving off a gray substance? Brick of white girl and I call it Kate Hudson I do this for the kids who starved and ate nothing And had to rock off brand because they fathers ain’t hustling This year, I’ma make y’all niggas respect me Told West, “I gotta eat, you gotta really connect me” And if I’m wrong, shit, which one of y’all gon’ really connect me If Conway catch a body, guess who catching accessory? Niggas hating, threw salt, nah, it didn’t affect me Never cared who gave a fuck about or didn’t accept me Cold world, jumped in the game, momma couldn’t protect me Bought a gun and had to shoot like I was getting an SB I had to dress the work up like I was getting it sexy Had to serve the whole house just like a nigga was Jeffery Want the dick so bad, your bitch willing to beg me Like a police exam, these niggas not willing to test me Let’s go You niggas don’t want no smoke, man I know what this is, man, you know what this is Uh, these niggas not willing to test me Uh, I dare you, dare you It’s looking real bad for you niggas, man Give your man a job or something You niggas looking real hurt We see how y’all faces look You ain’t low, nigga, uh Aus Songtexte Mania