Bullets (feat. Conway the Machine)
Smoke DZA, Benny the Butcher
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We all got raw I got tree, Benny the pastry man Soon as the package touch Ima make these scram Once you get yours it went through 18 hands Pull up your block in the A-Team van Hannibal Smith big cigars on hand B.A. Baracus couple chains no scams Your hustle game shakey fam Your numbers outdated can't fake these fans F*ck notoriety in the minor league ?? to the critics in its entirety Money inspires me Tracking the box the only thing that give me anxiety I got something for you if you unemployed This loud pack hit like 100 Floyds Animal status making tons of noise Bunch of lions and apes smoking Jungle Boys You ain't bout no gun action stop woofing N***as shoot diss tracks we shot bullets 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 woofing N***as shoot diss tracks we shot bullets 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 the bible Then drove a 20-year sentence straight through Ohio I was barely out of High School when buying weight On the way to prison, I looked my mom in her crying face Left the trap with money counters and a candle burning F*ck n***as I'll be good as long as this hammer working I'm still cordial with the bosses and the workers And I'm this way on Instagram and in person 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 n***a You ain't bout no gun action stop woofing N***as shoot diss tracks we shot bullets 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 woofing N***as shoot diss tracks we shot bullets Made 5K on the corner and the cops took it But you can tell by my wrist I gave the pot whoopings N***as shooting these disses they ain't a real threat 2 bodies, tell me who we got to peel next Rapping about your imaginary guns we got real Techs I pull up with that F and shoot a movie like I'm Little X 200 pounds in my basement and they still fresh I'm still hustling like I ain't got a deal yet My wrist and my bitch pussy real wet And its a Sting Ray when I pull up in that teal 'Vette Yeah, I'm thanking God for this key of coke Paranormal driveway you gon see a Ghost You gon see a Wraith, you gon see a Mulsanne Cullinan, Lambo truck you gon see em both I mean if we talking bread you gon see a loaf I keep it close, look at us wrong you gon be approached I been getting money boy I ain't used to being broke N***as ain't fucking with Benny the Butcher, Me, and Smoke It ain't even close... You ain't bout no gun action stop woofing N***as shoot diss tracks we shot bullets 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 woofing N***as shoot diss tracks we shot bullets Made 5K on the corner and the cops took it But you can tell by my wrist I gave the pot whoopings
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Written by: Smoke Dza, Benny The Butcher
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