Broken Bottles
Benny the Butcher
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Griselda, we where the smoke at, ay Facts, nigga I told him, I said, "West, call me when you want the dirty work done" Yeah, feeling hot already Yo, let's go, look, yo I got a large bag of clips, hard hats, and sticks My squad tagging shit, y'all catch attempts You leave the house, have some sense, nigga, grab the blick My lil' homie left without it and I ain't get to dap him since My slime think I'm homie so he call me Bloody (he call me Bloody) It's a blessing when your plug let you short him 20 On parole, I was going all in with ten (ten racks) These funny hustlers out here owing more than they spend She f*ck with you, you buy her a Chanel watch She fly out with twelve blocks, I buy her a nail shop (nail shop) I listened to the lies in their lines that they tell, shocked Six months before I signed, had a pie in the mailbox (mailbox) I heard they sick about me rapping 'bout the drugs I stretch I'ma write a whole album 'bout the plugs I met (plugs I met) Uh, my dog came home, we told him, "Welcome back" First day out, bought a .40 and a Griselda tag I don't got no new friends, that's how you get loose ends I need that Benz truck, yeah, that great white with two fins (two fins) Major deal for what? Uh, that's gon' cost him two M's Truth is, I'ma clear a half a million before New Years (let's get money) These lil' niggas satisfied with BAPE outfits I need a Wraith out it, big shit, lake houses I'm talking condos just for safe houses, Space Mountain I'm tryna see so much bread, I gotta take counselling Y'all like these rappers, but I don't find it amusing, no I don't buy they movement, so I don't buy their music I wrote get rich manuals where I provide the blueprint And with pride, I preach this new shit, just like I'm inside a pulpit (inside a pulpit) Top of the year, I came and woke these niggas up Made they names sound different when I spoke these niggas up, uh I stay hungry just laying my hustle down Ain't no fucking around with Benny and Uncle Al Griselda, the Butcher coming, nigga In this game, you take some losses, I was straight, I ate with bosses On my plate, that yay was flawless, we out in Vegas racing Porsches My dawgs laid in coffins, one died in a shootout (doot, doot, doot) No bullets left, he got slept tryna change his cartridge Caught my nephew with some work, I guess he caught himself trapping with it I said, "Just know the consequences if they catch you with it Nah, I ain't mad you dealing, hit me, I send it at you, nigga And show you how to ship it with bubble wrap and a vacuum sealer" The Butcher coming, y'all know the motto Those Sopranos had fiends smoking white out Sprite soda bottles Mob boss like I'm Joe Todaro My dollars long and my plug got a farm like he Old MacDonald I'm the boss, so where they go, they follow It's penalties for touching me, so just be careful where you throw them hollows I sold dope like it was no tomorrow That got me cash and my watch glass like it's made of broken bottles The Butcher coming, nigga Ay
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Written by: Alan Maman, Jeremie Pennick
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