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Really Kush God and the Butcher Surgeon General warning Pray BSF, RFC Griselda Yeah 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Smith, big cigars on hand (Really) B. A. Baracus, couple chains, no scams (Uh) Ya hustle game shaky, fam Ya numbers outdated, can’t fake these fans Fuck notoriety in the minor league (Uh) Frank stand to the critics in it's entirety (Uh) Money inspires me Trackin' the box only thing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 You ain't 'bout no gun action, stop woofin' (Nah) SongtexteNiggas 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 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 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 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 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 Aus Songtexte Mania