3:30 In Houston
Benny the Butcher
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Ayo, I had to get somethin' off my chest Had to get somethin' off my chest, right Turn me up, turn the beat up some You know, karma's a bitch She a dirty bitch Ayo, City Boy, 'member we robbed them niggas For about fifty in jewels, a hundred in cash Hahaha, this shit all come back though Ah, yo (and I'm doin' this shit from a wheelchair) Uh, quarter million in a week I made your bitch come assist with the count She could be a thief but because of that mouth I give her the benefit of the doubt Yeah, extra twenty off a brick Those the benefits of a drought, nigga I can't even sit on a couch with you If it's really bricks in the house, nigga For my city, know how I rock Breaking news story leaked by the cops Cuban links on me, too thick to snatch To run off with mines, I had to get shot Rolls-Royce truck, they said we stood out Only one mistake, I ain't have a lookout Quarter in jewels, shoppin' at Walmart Take me out the hood, but can't take the hood out Make my whole city wanna be rappers (yeah) I made the trappers all shoot for the ceiling We turned a brick to a lucrative business My net worth 'bout a cool two million Already know what you do for them hoes But it's about what you do for your niggas Meetings with HOV and kickin' it with E I put my team in a room with them billions F*ck all the bloggers, the niggas who shot me F*ck all the opps, and f*ck Wendy Williams Can't trust nobody, it's all smoke and mirrors I still ain't make no real friends in this business Rolls-Royce truck, they said we stood out Only one mistake, I ain't have a lookout Quarter in jewels, shoppin' at Walmart Take me out the hood, but can't take the hood out Niggas told me since this shit happened that I'm lit I should take advantage of it That's why I really can't stand you suckers, go to Instagram, but won't handle nothin' Out the hospital to a private jet The bullet really ain't damage nothin' (I'm good, nigga) Niggas would've been in my position I bet they would've hit the panic button, man (niggas get shot everyday, B) They was sent for me, my dawg in Houston got a tip for me Mexicans that'll wig for me, their pinky fingers gettin' sent to me, yeah Interviews with me, all sent offers Stuck to the code, the mob, no talkin' Won't talk about it on camera unless it's with Anderson Cooper or Barbara Walters 3:30 in Houston (ah) You know how this shit go (yeah) Black Sopranos, nigga (yeah) Griselda, nigga 3:30 in Houston We get them shits, nigga 3:30 in Houston And we gon' take 'em (ah) Real gangster shit, nigga (ah) 3:30 in Houston You know what they say (yeah) Niggas get shot everyday, B (uh) Real shit, though I'm doin' this shit from a wheelchair 3:30 in Houston, 3:30 in Houston (uh) 3:30 in Houston (ah) They said, they said that shit was an attempt because 3:30 in Houston I still had cash on me 3:30 in Houston I still had a ton of cash on me and I still had jewels on me 3:30 in Houston You know what I'm sayin'? This shit deeper than rap 3:30 in Houston, 3:30 in Houston Don't believe these dick-eatin' niggas Niggas really wanna be us (ah) Let's go
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