[Verse 1: BENNY THE BUTCHER & Conway the Machine]
Put on my shoes, nah, my hammer was first
Bulletproof the whip I use to take my grandma to church
I went gram for gram with the work, hand-to-hand on the first
Everybody who hatin' now was a fan of us first (Woo)
Ayy, look, underdog, what, hmm, what you wanna do?
Let's put a hundred more up, nigga, this summer all us
I'm in two whips, one a Tahoe, one a tour bus
Got so many straps with us, we could start a war up (Yeah)
It's a real safe hazard if you still yay traffick (Mmm)
Show where that money comin' from, still pay taxes (Mmm)
The IRS comin' and they steal faith faster
Start a business in the building that you still make racks in (Mmm)
I learned from my losses, stripes I earned from the bosses (Yeah)
Whippin' deuces 'til them hoopties turned into Porsches (Talk to 'em)
I curve bitches often, lies, I heard bitches talkin', hah
She mines, a send a text back, these bird bitches stalkin' (Ha)
You gotta be careful, these hoes think they fancy
I just want my dick sucked, she wanna start a family (Hahahaha)
She average, get her taxes, and go to Miami, but (Damn)
With this kind of status, I'll probably go to the Grammy's, huh
I know niggas hate me, I came out the trenches
On some new shit, but some ways soundin' vintage (Yeah)
PayPal or credit, send that cake or you deaded
This the real definition, how you stay down and get it (Yeah)
I'm the next Nasir if they judge us off skill
Got your bitch in the middle of Times Square, Lauryn Hill (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Told her my phone was dead, she wrote her number on the bill (It's the Butcher)
Off-White paint on my jacket look like a spill, huh (Ugh)
Played last year, but watch the price shoot up (Yeah)
All black, my entourage dress just like shooters (Yeah)
You spend your life with her, me, I give a night to her (GxF)
'Cause Drake told these bitches they don't gotta be nice to us (Mmm)
Thousand grams on a plate, that's what my preference was
So I had interviews with connects, not the Breakfast Club, facts
He told me twenty-six, it was thirty before that
I heard he done scored that, you was dirty before rap, nigga
[Interlude: Conway the Machine & BENNY THE BUTCHER]
The motherfuckin' Butcher, nigga
It's big Griselda, nigga
Big BSF in this shit, nigga
Yeah, let me fix my motherfuckin' jewels right quick
I need to catch my drip, my stick, fix your furniture
Look
[Verse 2: Conway the Machine & BENNY THE BUTCHER]
I just bought a new four-fifth from my man
Just came from Atlanta, trunk full, he just got back from a road trip
Gave me two cartridges, box of bullets for both clips
He said, "You better buy a couple more, they gon' be sold quick"
I said, "My nigga, when you slidin' off?"
'Cause I'ma do this jux tonight, then I'm back tomorrow to buy 'em all (Mmm)
Uh, I took a loss, but now I'm back buyin' raw
Sell it for the Shaq, but I get it for the Bryan Shaw
Lettin' off this MAC, got you niggas tryna climb a wall
I put the pressure on your shooters like Kawhi the Klaw (Mmm)
And every verse, I'm applying more
Heard 6ix9ine testified, I ain't surprised at all (Fuck it)
We do the walk-ups, my nigga, we ain't drivin' by
I brought Flee with me, and he been dyin' to slide
My nigga did twelve years for lettin' iron fly
Left when he was 16, he came home Zion-sized (Mmm)
My doctor mad that I wouldn't let him operate
I bounced back and I just make more money than my doctor make
Violate and you gettin' a surgeon and a doctor date
I'm like a helicopter landin', all the noise my chopper make
Ask if it's a problem, they won't answer me back
I'm courtside in Portland, Carmelo Anthony back
Really just came to see my plug, I go hand him the sack
I'm smilin' like Anderson .Paak when he hand me the packs, my nigga (Hahaha)
Pull up in a gray spaceship, hop out, pair of Asics
Told Flee, "You gon' be rich", you just gotta stay patient
My bitch lookin' like a young [?]
Sittin' ringside watchin' Tank Davis, Johnny Dang chain bracelet
Niggas mad that I'm eatin' and they can't take it
'Bout to drop my album and the impact gon' shake pavement
If it's smoke, four goons pull up with Ks wavin'
A lot of bullets thrown like when Brady played Peyton (Woo)
Huh, rock this designer to my drawers
Niggas slidin' to the mall, but ain't findin' this Dior, nigga
We was in the trenches sellin' China by the store
Window-watchin' in the trap, MAC-90 by the door (Mmm)
In Houston, ridin' down West [?] in the car
That cost more than what you signed for, admire from afar
If you niggas run up on me, then I'm firin' this rod
Chopper set you fuck niggas on fire, I'm the God, nigga
